Finding Amanda Page #8

Mr. Mendon.

Congratulations again.

Mr. Mendon!

See? I told you

you'd turn it around.

Good for you!

I have never seen

anything like it.

You were hot as balls!

Blackjack, roulette.

When was this?

Last night.

When?

Uh...

I saw you around 9:00.

You were, ha ha,

pretty good.

The gaming gods

were smiling on you.

Uh, last time I saw you

was just before 2:00

When you cashed out. And listen, I was

able to buy you a little extra time,

you know, on the check,

because of your big win.

So just pay the cage

the 67,000

When you get the chance.

How much did

I cash in for?

You-- you don't remember?

I'm a little hazy.

Hey, if I cashed in

$186,000,

the last thing I'd be

is hazy.

Sh*t.

- What?

- Hello.

Hi.

- Where have you been?

- In my room.

Well, I called a dozen times

last night and today

and the phone

just kept ringing.

Well, I was

with Amanda.

Uh-huh.

And you're still there

so I'm assuming she doesn't

want to go to rehab.

- She's not interested.

- Taylor.

Look, what am I supposed

to do? Kidnap her?

It doesn't work that way. You can't

help people who don't want to be helped.

You know, you never really

intended to help her, did you?

- What?

- This trip was just all about you.

You and your

f***ing gambling!

Listen, I haven't gambled one

penny all day. That's the truth.

The bank called.

They get a call from

the casino about a check?

For $100,000?

What check?

Oh, stop it, please.

Just stop it.

The check you took from my drawer.

The check you told me you didn't take!

Listen, I make the money

that goes into the account.

- I'm the one who--

- Oh, Taylor, please stop!

- Well, if it's about the money--

- It's not about the money!

You have no clue what it's about

so please just stop talking

while I have the smallest

amount of respect left for you.

Why did I think

this would work?

I thought if I loved you enough,

you wouldn't f*** me over.

But you don't care

about me, Taylor.

I do.

No, you don't.

You only care

about yourself

and those stupid horses.

Don't come home.

What does that mean?

I called a lawyer.

So-- so what am I

supposed to do now?

Beg you for another chance?

Lorraine?

Uh, I'm such an idiot.

Lorrai--

Hi, we're not here.

Leave a message.

Lorraine, pick up

the phone.

Lorraine, please

pick up the phone.

Hello?

You're scaring me.

You're-- if that's what you were

trying to do, you've succeeded.

Hell-- listen, I'll

stop gambling. I promise.

Please?

Please--

What do you want

me to do?

Lorraine?

You misplaced $186,000

in cash and chips?

How does that happen?

Sometimes I hide the money

if I have a really big score.

I tore my room apart.

It's not there.

Oh, Christ.

Listen, that girl that

you saw me with last night?

- I think she has the money.

- The-- the hooker?

She's not a hooker.

Who gives a sh*t?

What am I gonna do now?

What are you gonna

do now?

I put my ass on the line

for you-- that five grand?

What if my bosses

hold me responsible?

I don't have that kind

of money to throw around

just 'cause

you're a f***-up.

What? What did you

just call me?

- What did you just call me?

- And there's still

nothing from your bank.

Well, there might be

a problem with that.

You see, my wife called

and I have a little trouble--

Just forget it!

I knew you'd f*** me over.

It's my own fault.

- Get out of here.

- What are you doing?

What are you doing? Wait.

You're kicking me out?

Yeah, that's what

I'm doing.

What about this?

What about

the relationship, huh?

- Or was that all bullshit?

- Do I have to call security?

You never really

wanted me to win.

Hey, a**hole,

I want everyone to win.

But the funny thing?

It doesn't work out that way.

Some people win.

Most people lose.

The mistake everybody makes

is they keep coming back.

But I have to tell you?

The king of f***in' losers?

You prick!

Hey, call security.

This man just tried to attack me.

Okay.

All right.

Oh, congratulations again,

Mr. Mendon!

- Hi.

- Hello.

- You a friend of Greg's?

- No, Amanda's.

- Is she home?

- God, I hope not. That'd be weird.

Greg said she'd be

out until late.

Is-- is she working?

No, she's with

some friends at a club.

Your nose is bleeding.

Which club?

God, he told me.

Let me think.

The Thaiger--

the Thaiger Club.

It's not spelled

like the animal.

It's Thaiger, T-h-a-i.

Like the food.

- Like the country?

- It's a country too?

Where is it?

The country?

The club.

It's in North Vegas

on Viceroy, I think.

Viceroy?

Thank you.

Take your shoes off.

# one, two--

one, two, three! #

Hey.

Hey.

Hi. Are you

ever going home?

We need to talk.

What?

I can't hear you.

We need to talk,

you and me.

I don't know what the hell

you're talking about.

Don't screw with me,

Amanda.

- Where is my money?

- You gave me $2,000.

You said I was

your good-luck charm.

If you think I'm gonna give it back

to you, you can go f*** yourself.

- Don't talk to me like that.

- I'm going home.

Oh, you are? Yeah,

why don't you do that?

Why don't we take a trip

to your sacred place

and say hi to Greg and the chick

that he's banging as we speak

- and then you can

give me my damn money!

- Leave me alone.

Don't walk away

from me, Amanda.

Don't touch me!

Don't you dare f***ing touch me!

Okay. Listen, Amanda. I'm not

f***ing around. I need the money.

- No, I'm not f***ing around!

- It's $186,000!

- Get out of my life!

- I won the money.

- I want it back!

- I swear to God!

Whoa, hey, whoa,

what's this?

Sh*t.

You okay, Amanda?

Yeah, I'm fine, B.V.

I'm fine.

So you like to rough up the

ladies, huh? That's your thing?

She's my niece.

No, he really is

my uncle, B.V.

That ain't the answer

B.V. Was looking for.

She has my money.

Yeah, and knowing my girl,

She did something real nice

to make that money.

So that makes it her money.

That's how it works,

chump.

Take this a**hole

in back.

Hey, whoa, hey!

What? No no no no! B.V., no,

he really is my uncle, I swear.

- You stay here.

You let B.V. Handle it.

- No, I swear!

I got this.

I got this.

Oh, sh*t.

Whoa, hang on, hang on.

This is a--

it's a misunderstanding.

Amanda!

- She's--

- Pain time.

Oh, wait a minute.

Wait, guys, guys!

Ow.

Sh*t.

So you like messing

with the ladies?

You like

pushing 'em around?

That's fine. But you don't

mess with B.V.'s girls.

Look, I really

am her uncle.

Oh, yeah,

and I'm her daddy.

I outrank you.

So you tell B.V. that you're not

gonna mess with his girls no more

and we be cool.

This-- this has really

gotten way out of hand.

Huh?

Now, are you gonna mess

with B.V.'s girls?

No, I was-- I was just

trying to help her.

This f***er's got

to be deaf.

I'll give you anything

you want, huh?

Get his attention

for me.

Ah! Oh, f***!

Are you gonna mess

with B.V.'s girls?

You broke

my f***ing hand.

Okay, get his other hand

and get his leg too.

No. No no, wait!

Wait wait, I have to type.

- Wait, I'm a writer.

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