For the Love of Money

"The love of money the root of all evil. "

How does a guy from humble

beginnings end up in a Ferrari?

I've lived a crazy life,

one filled

with twists and turns.

What makes a person's

life veer out of control?

Who knows?

And what makes you lucky

enough to get out in one piece?

I don't have a clue,

but i do know

that one wrong turn...

And you can crash.

FOR THE LOVE OF MONEY

Oh, he's taking the lead.

I'm catching up,

I'm catching up.

No way.

Oh, yeah,

you're going down.

Yeah, yeah.

No matter what,

I know that I could beat you

if I was driving.

Yeah? No.

Look, look at that lead.

No, you're gonna owe me

money.

I am not owing you anything.

here he is.

Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Yeah! I win!

Come on, mine crashed.

OH, MAN.

See? I told you.

Come on, pay up.

All right, all right.

Whatever.

Enjoy it while you can.

I will.

At 15, I thought I knew it all,

and the biggest thing going

was the new issue of hot rod.

It was the summer of '73,

and all my cousin Yoni and I

could talk about

was owning

a matching pair of Mustangs.

We were dreamers.

We spent most days in our

best pair of bell bottoms

trying to meet girls

or at my brother's shop.

Hey, Ellie. hey, Abe.

Hey, Ringo.

Whoa, cool bike.

Why don't you kick start it

for me?

Abe was a local hero for making

the Olympic wrestling team.

But to me he was

larger than life.

Times were simple back then,

but not for everybody.

While my brother

was fixing bikes,

Yoni's brother Levi was...

Well, let's just

say he had different ideas.

You good?

- Yeah.

I'll meet you out back

by the market.

Okay.

Everybody down!

Now! Do it!

Don't shoot. don't shoot.

I wouldn't do that.

Please, please.

Hurry the f*** up!

Fill it up! Let's move!

Let's go!

What the f***

you waiting for?

Money in the f***ing bag!

Let's go!

Get down!

Hurry up!

Don't take your

sweet-ass time!

Come on, come on.

Fill it up!

Let's move!

Let's go!

What the f***

are you looking at?

Get down.

Why are you in my way?

I'll pump you full of lead

right now.

Slowing down.

Let's go!

Your turn.

Fill it up.

Get the f*** down.

Get down all the way!

There you go.

That's it.

Let's go!

Pass it the f*** down!

Why are you

so f***ing slow?

Let's move!

Let's go!

I got it.

Let's go.

Move the f***ing truck!

Come on, move!

Hey. Hey!

Hey, stop!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Get in. Go, go!

Oh, sh*t.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

Come on. Come on, move.

F***! Get him to move

the truck.

Hurry up, man. Come on.

Move the f***ing truck!

What the f***?

Come on, come on.

Move, move.

God damn it.

B'Aruck Atah Adoni...

Amen.

Let's eat.

So while one member of our

family tree was robbing banks,

the rest of us

were having Shabbat dinner.

It was the one rule my parents

had, and nobody ever complained.

We didn't have

a lot back then,

but we always

had each other.

#Jeremiah was a bullfrog#

The family business

was a neighborhood bar

run by my other brother Jacob

and his wife.

#Was a good friend of mine#

So I pour with a heavy hand.

So what?

What? I didn't say anything.

But you were thinking

something.

#And he always had

some mighty fine wine#

#Singing joy to the world#

With a slightly

illegal casino in the back.

It wasn't much more

than a card room,

but in my mind,

it was Monte Carlo.

It was a hangout for all the

local small-time gangsters,

so our family had run-ins

with some pretty shady

characters from time to time.

#I'd throw away the cars#

#And the bars and the wars#

#And make sweet love to you#

#Sing it now#

#Joy to the world#

Hi, Frishka.

Hey, Ringo!

#All the boys and girls#

You're getting

more handsome every day,

but you still need

a haircut.

No. Mom, it's cool.

Like the Beatles.

I know.

Here's a list

of what we need.

See you later.

Bye, Ma.

Hi, Izek.

Mazal. Jacob.

Listen to Mom.

Get a haircut.

#Norman Greenbaum'S

"Spirit in the sky"#

Don't listen.

I like the Beatles.

Tommy Goldberg

thought he was a wise guy.

He'd watched too many

american gangster movies

and was nursing

a nasty drug habit.

Plus he was

a bit of a wild card,

a lethal combination.

You gotta talk to Tommy

about his tab.

You know

it's getting out of hand.

Don't worry about it.

I'll take care of it.

When? He's taking advantage...

I said don't worry about it.

Well, I do.

Tommy, good to see you, man.

You, too.

So, regular table,

three packs of smokes.

You know, the usual.

Okay.

You are looking so good.

Thanks. Anything else, Tommy?

Nah.

- Okay.

Table three in the back.

Hey, Ringo.

Hey, Tommy.

What's happening, little man?

Oh, not too much.

- What's happening?

I'm cool.

Good.

Tommy's tab.

#Prepare yourself, you know it's a must#

#Gotta have a friend

in Jesus#

#So you know

that when you die#

#He's gonna recommend you#

#To the to the spirit in the sky#

Call.

#Gonna recommend you to

the spirit in the sky#

Fold.

#That's where you're

gonna go when you die#

#When you die

and they lay you to rest#

Oh, sh*t.

He just pulled a straight!

I'll give you

the skinny, brother.

You just got

beat hard.

Like, hard.

Yeah, yeah. I'll beat

your mother f***ing hard.

Tommy.

Laugh. Come on.

Just f***ing around.

Kaleb, come on.

F***ing laugh now.

Come on. I thought it

was f***ing funny.

We're just f***ing around,

okay.

So was I.

You just almost pissed

your pants, man.

#T. Rex's "20th century boy"#

Flip, man.

All you had was

a pair of fours?

F*** off, man.

I don't have to show.

The card flipped up, Tommy.

What the f*** do you know,

retard?

Go get us some beer.

Okay. I'll get you beer.

Okay.

F***, man.

What's going on with this guy?

I swear he wouldn't know

beer from piss.

You want to put money on that?

You serious?

F***ing serious.

All right, hundred american.

I can get that retard to

drink half a bottle of piss

before he realizes that it's not beer.

I'm f***ing in.

Yeah, me, too.

Yeah. Give me that empty bottle.

Oh, sh*t, this guy is crazy, man.

The guy is crazy, man.

I can't wait to see this sh*t.

Oh, sh*t. I got some on the floor.

Arnie. Arnie, what's

going on back there?

More beers, guys.

Yeah!

Here, come over here.

I need a partner.

Pull up a chair.

A partner? Okay.

I got a bet going, okay?

I need your help here.

Okay.

All right, what I need you to do

is I need you to chug down this beer

Faster than Kaleb over here.

Okay, you're on my team here.

I got some money on this. Okay.

You can do it, right?

I can do it.

Little sh*t.

Who?

Tommy. Where's Jacob, huh?

I don't know. What's up with Tommy?

Frishka, Frishka,

Frishka, Frishka...

One, two, three!

F***!

Hey, don't you f***ing dare.

Izek, come with me.

Frishka, go home and get

yourself cleaned up.

Why do you want me to go home?

- Just go home.

I'll explain it to you later.

- Why, Jacob?

I'll explain it to you later.

Do me a favor.

Thank you.

Go in the back room and make sure

everything is running smoothly.

Yeah, absolutely.

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