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...and lead you to believe there's some

earth-shattering hump in the works?

Because I suck at that kind of stuff.

I just want in.

- No earth-shattering hump in the works?

- No.

- I don't even get "thinly veiled allure"?

- No.

No baby voice? No lingering eye contact?

I am hopeless.

- That's all my favorite sh*t.

- I'm sorry.

Can I suggest that you learn?

Professionally.

Well, I mean, you could...

You could show me...

...in your room?

- That is so bad.

- Is it?

- Does it feel sexy on your face?

- A little.

It does. Okay, let's go.

- Wait, where are we go...? Wait, am I in?

- No.

- This is Horst.

- Hello, Jess.

- Hi.

- Nicky told me you were coming.

- You're such a dick.

- Ha-ha-ha.

Yeah, he gets that a lot. Let's go.

What are you, a size 4?

Why do I have to wear this?

No one looks at your hands

when you got that working for you.

- I can't breathe.

- First, we stick to rich folks.

And no one with a cane

or a wheelchair, it's bad luck.

Tommy's the shade, Gareth's the stick.

All eyes on me until I make the mark.

Once I fan him, I tug my lapel.

Two fingers means it's a prat poke. Three

fingers means the leather's an insider.

If it's a cordeen or an ox tongue,

I'll scratch my nose.

Unless I use my thumb, which means

I am actually scratching my nose.

Left or right tail I'll cock my head,

but keister kicks are 95 percent of it.

So you just do the touch, and I ding

the poke in the nearest mailbox, okay?

I'm sorry, what?

Okay, plan B. You two, come with me.

Excuse me, please, we're so lost.

It was excellent. You wanna wire?

Let me wire.

Ponytail's your mark. Right bridge.

Right rear pocket.

My bad.

- That was nice.

- Okay. I got this.

- What?

- Give me some shade.

Wait.

Ooh! Sorry. My heel keeps...

You're such a gentleman.

Derrick knows how to treat a lady.

Married?

- Dude!

- Didn't mention that, did he?

All right. Thank you, boys.

You're in.

Really?

- Congratulations, you're a criminal.

- Okay, what now?

- Want me to do the primer?

- I got it.

There's a flight landing

every two minutes at Louis Armstrong.

Whoever's not here for the game's

here for the party.

Every one of them looking

to drink big, bet big...

...cheat on their spouses,

and it all costs money.

There are boost teams

at all the major hotels.

They hit quick and get out before

anybody ever knows what happened.

And if you think for one second...

...I'm gonna let your mother talk

to me like that, you are f***ing crazy!

I'm a grown-ass man!

Why are you yelling at me?

There's card games everywhere.

And they let anyone with enough cash in.

Chances are, atleast one of those guys

you don't know...

...is a mechanic who can work a deck

like Bill Clinton works a crowd.

All in.

Full boat.

I swear...

...I've never had four

of a kind before! Ha!

Sorry, coach. I've never had four

of a kind. Hey, come on, coach.

- Motherf***er! What the f***!

- You win some, you lose some, right?

That's it. Get the f*** out of here.

Come on, let's go. Move.

- Um, it's my husband!

- I'll kill you!

- Give me my pants!

- Go! No, just run!

Wait! Wait! Stop!

Baby! Stop! Baby!

Married guys are the best.

Who they gonna tell?

- I will kill you!

- It's my husband!

Every minute there's something

going on down here.

Every bar, restaurant, hotel, everywhere.

Guys working alone, working in teams.

Not just cash either. Identity theft

and credit card spoofing are big too.

You can skim the data right off

a credit card in about a second.

But boosting a wallet

only gives you an hour...

...before the vic gets wise

and the cards are canceled.

So you put the card back.

By the time the mark gets wise,

he's in Youngstown arguing with his wife...

...over the charges we rack up

before the bill comes.

A skimmer swipes the card

and records the keystrokes...

...so you can get the pin too.

Look, you see that?

Wow, did he make that?

Yeah. A few years back

he replaced the credit card terminals...

...at about a dozen 99 Cent Stores in L.A.

Took down a few million

before they caught on.

What does a guy like that

do with that kind of money?

He, financed his own line of gravies.

Yeah, he just...

That's his seat. Just let him...

I'm sorry.

Who's the girl?

Her name is Jess, Farhad.

She's our intern.

You're hitting that?

I'm right here.

- No, Farhad, I'm not hitting that.

- You should hit that.

Yeah. Hi. Still right here.

I'd totally hit that.

He's f***ing with me, right?

Right?

- She talks a lot.

- Smile.

Thank you. I'll get this loaded in.

- Shouldn't take long.

- Get a digital camera.

So we're about 30 strong,

everybody gets a percentage.

We cover bribes and fall money for anybody

who gets pinched, knock wood.

We sell the ATM data

to a guy in Singapore.

The shopaholics here...

...buy merchandise which we overnight back

to ourselves and resell on the gray market.

Yesterday we bought 200 MacBook Airs.

My God.

That is incredible.

- Do you think that maybe I...?

- No.

Sell everything. Take no chances.

So, what about the big con?

I thought you were all big time.

You mean the one

where we make so much money...

...we all retire and get yachts

and boob jobs.

Yeah, that's a fantasy.

We are in the volume business.

Safer that way.

Hey, Jen, I need a dime.

I got bit at the track.

Come on, girl.

Thank you, baby.

Clean card, clean ID,

everything you need.

Thank you.

Well, don't thank me yet.

Got a lot of work to do.

Tough week ahead.

I know.

So, what now?

There's a key card in there. Um...

I got you another place.

I think you'll like it.

Wow, thanks.

Do you know how I can get a cab there?

I can give you a ride.

Yeah? That'd be great. I mean...

...if it's okay with you.

It's fine with me. Is it okay with you?

Yeah.

You sure?

You seem like a pretty good driver.

You can count on me.

Can I?

Most would say no.

You seem trustworthy.

Maybe you should take that cab.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- All right.

- Aw. Who's that?

- This is my little girl, Mina.

Cute.

- My son, Dani.

- That's sweet.

- That's my wife, Lida.

- Pretty.

That's my dick.

Cool.

- Sorry about that.

- That's okay.

- That's my dog.

- Aw.

Hate it.

So you've known, um...

You've known Nicky a long time?

Ten years. Why?

I'm just wondering.

Okay, you got me.

We're sleeping together, okay?

- Like the ancient Greeks.

- Ha-ha-ha.

Actually, I don't know.

I mean, I like the guy, I do...

...but people aren't really his bag,

so it's hard to tell sometimes.

Yeah, I guess you can't blame him.

I mean, he told me about that thing...

...with his dad and his grandfather.

It was crazy.

He told you that?

I mean, I've heard that story,

but never from him.

Really?

- You must throw a mean one. Damn.

- Ha-ha.

I'm really gonna miss sucking his dick.

So's he.

Stop it.

- All right, you ready?

- Yep. Aah!

Frank? Frank!

My God, somebody help.

Please, please, somebody help.

Baby, we're getting you someone. Okay?

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