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Wow.

You've gotta be f***ing kidding me.

We're going.

We're going.

We're going.

All of it.

- One-point-one million.

- Nicky.

Nicky, that is my money too.

High card takes it all.

You are crazy.

I like it.

After you.

Thank you.

What is that you said, tomo ha de?

What's that?

It's just an expression.

It's hard to explain.

Rough translation's...

... "I am f***ed."

I'm sorry, friend. That's what happens

when you play with the big boys.

F*** me.

Double it.

- Man. Dude, what are you doing?

- I'm good for it.

Double it.

You got a problem, my friend.

Take those binoculars.

Pick any player on or off the field.

And I will guess the number.

Any player?

That's like 100-to-1.

It's good odds for you. Two million.

That's f***ing crazy.

I don't like it.

Okay. Okay. I'll sweeten it for you.

You pick the player.

And she'll guess the number.

What?

You're f***ing crazy.

But I can't turn down free money.

You got a bet.

Ha-ha. Alvin.

What are you doing?

Don't drag me into this.

What, it's not enough you lost

everyone's money? My money?

She sounds like my wife.

Get your hands off me. You're sick.

- Hey, come on. Wait, wait.

- Don't put your hands on her.

- What the hell is your problem?

- Steven, stop! Bah-bah-bah.

Tell him to keep his damn hands to himself!

I understand. I understand. I am sorry.

He has gotten carried away.

He likes pretend he is the Kevin Costner

and I am the Whitney Houston.

- The hell!

- Steven.

Please. He just knows

that I want to play.

Let's play.

Look at me. Hey.

Please, don't make me do this, Nicky.

Please.

- Just pick.

- Don't make me do this.

- Jess.

- Just let me go.

Just do it.

Pick a f***ing player.

Please, don't make me

do this, Nicky. Please.

Please.

Okay.

I got one.

Do you want me to write it down?

No, I trust you.

Nicky.

Then it's her turn.

Just do it. Pick.

Pick a f***ing player.

He's crazy, I know. But

it will be his fault.

Not yours.

Team, let's go!

Don't take a chance!

Fair catch if you have to!

Set up to run! Let's go!

I don't know. I don't...

Look. I give you one chance

to back down, okay?

No hard feelings.

Pick.

Wow.

I guess...

I guess number...

Wait.

Number 55.

No.

No.

No, no, no, no f***ing way!

That is unbelievable!

How did you do that?

I'm right?

- F***!

- Am I right?

- Yes! You're f***ing right!

- I'm right?

- F***ing sh*t! You're f***ing right.

- My God.

- That is great.

- You're not mad?

- No f***ing way! I'm not... Mwah.... mad.

- No?

We have got to go to Vegas.

Right now. I have a jet.

That was incredible.

Did you see what she just did?

And, you. You. You have got

some big f***ing balls.

You are my new f***ing hero.

- Double or nothing?

- No! No f***ing way!

Get the f*** out of my suite! Now!

Yeah! First down, baby! First down!

We're good! We're good!

We're good, coach.

Consider your debt settled.

I am going to kill you.

Kill me later.

I'm going to kill you!

- What?

- You did great. You did great.

My God.

How did you do that?

Liyuan Tse. Legendary gambler.

He bets on everything. Anything.

Huge cash bets, all the time.

Once the Bellagio put Bill Gates

out of the high-roller's suite...

...because Liyuan was flying in.

He is the perfect vic.

But how did you know

who he was gonna pick?

We told him to.

We been telling him all day.

From the moment he left

his hotel room, we've been priming him.

Programming his subconscious.

He's been seeing the number 55

all day long.

On the elevator. In the lobby.

Even the stick pin on the doorman.

Not only that, we loaded his route

from the hotel to the stadium.

He looks out the window,

primers are everywhere.

Now, he doesn't see it, but he does.

There's no getting around it.

He even sees Farhad.

I'm trying to drive, you Rhino b*tch!

F*** the Rhinos! F*** the Rhi...

Suggestions are everywhere.

From the number of flowers in a vase...

...to the tramp stamp on the hooker

we sent to his room last night.

That is genius.

Yeah. And it's not only what he sees.

It's what he hears.

The Mandarin word for "five" is woo.

There are 124 "woo-woos"

in "Sympathy for the Devil."

Now, he's not registering it,

but it's all there.

So when he picks up those binoculars,

looks out on the field...

...sees a familiar face

with the number 55 on his jersey...

...some little voice in the back

of his mind says: "That's it."

And he thinks it's intuition. And he picks.

Do you want me to write it down?

And you, being in the dark,

was the convincer.

We call that the "Little Blind Mouse."

I'm the "Blind Mouse"?

You're such an a**hole.

You can't tell me that's 100-percent real.

Well, it's probabilistic.

Farhad has it at about 59 percent...

...but it's better than Vegas.

And what if he picked wrong?

Double it till it happens.

That's amazing.

You're amazing.

Nicky!

What's wrong?

You did great.

Okay.

What's going on? Why are we pulling over?

Nicky?

What is this?

It's 80.

The job is over.

You did great.

You're kidding, right?

You're...?

Take her to the airport.

I'm not going to the airport.

Wait, can you just talk to me?

- I'm sorry. You did great. You did great.

- Nicky? What's going on?

Answer me!

Nicky!

Sh*t.

I wasn't expecting such a kind face.

The tech says his gizmo checks out.

But in all candor, I don't like this.

And I don't like him.

Why?

He's a con man, sir.

That's the point.

I keep my Beretta well-fed.

Owens. Why do you have to be so dramatic?

Invite him to lunch.

You are a man known for great skills

of persuasion and deception.

You were very hard for me to find.

- Why did you take my offer?

- Went broke.

My car.

Forty million euro in R&D, easily.

McEwen, Rahal, Lotus...

Any team in any class,

they spend half of that.

But I have something none of them have.

- A fuel-burn algorithm.

- Yes.

The EXR.

They all want it.

It's legal.

And my engineers promise

it guarantees me a win.

That's not enough for me.

This year McEwen is the only team

standing in my way.

That is why I wanted you.

- So...

- This needs to be discreet.

It needs to be safe. No holes.

I will pose as a disgruntled

team engineer of yours...

...offering to sell the EXR to McEwen.

What I will give him is a fake.

It doesn't really do anything, just gives

false readings to their instruments.

It will mislead the driver enough

that you'll have a slight added edge.

A third of a second every few laps.

Imperceptible.

Just because the techs say

that it checks out...

...what makes you think you can

convince them that you're absolutely real?

That you're... That you're

totally authentic?

You can't be dicking around here, boy.

You don't need to worry about me.

I'm extremely well researched.

We'll proceed as planned,

starting at the kickoff party tonight.

- Okay.

- I'll be seen drinking...

...and boisterous and disgruntled.

I will approach you in full view of McEwen.

An argument will ensue,

I will throw my drink...

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