Hard Eight Page #2

Thanks a lot.

Hey, Sydney.

John.

I kept doing that until I racked up

two grand on the rate card.

It worked.

They gave me a room.

The guy comes up and says...

"Can I get you anything?

Do you want a room, show tickets?"

I got two tickets to a show.

I got you one.

Plus that machine I was playing,

I accidentally hit it for 200 bucks.

- It works.

F***ing-A, it does.

- This is what you do?

- Not anymore.

Sh*t, Sydney, this is great.

I mean, really.

Thank you.

Thanks a lot.

You're welcome.

Oh, I got that 150

that you gave me.

- All right?

Good.

You wanna hang out?

I got payperview movies.

- I got a minibar.

No, thanks, John.

So, John,

what are you gonna do?

I don't know. I was...

I don't know.

Well, you can't keep doing

the same thing all week.

Yeah. I didn't think so.

Sydney, I was gonna ask you

I was wondering...

I know you showed me

all this stuff.

You taught me.

But I still have to-

You can't win $6,000, John.

I told you that before.

I don't know

what I'm gonna do.

I have a friend in Los Angeles.

Someone...

maybe someone who can help.

I can make a call for you,

tell him you're a friend...

and we can work this thing out.

If you need help paying for

your mother's funeral...

we can work it out.

I want you to see...

that my reasons for doing this

are not selfish, only this...

I'd hope that you would

do the same for me.

I would.

Thank you.

It's always good

to meet a new friend.

I'll see you later.

Are you gonna gamble?

Yeah.

Can I come down with you?

If that's what you want.

Just to watch.

Cupid has found its way.

Good to see you.

If there's anything you want,

please don't call me.

Keno?

- How are you?

Keno?

- Things are going well?

- Keno?

Yeah.

Play two dollars, please.

Hello, Captain.

Hello again.

Do you remember my name?

Clementine.

That's right.

Just like the movie.

Exactly.

- Do you remember my name?

Sydney.

Then why do you call me "Captain"?

Because you seem like

the captain of a ship to me.

I see the way John follows you

and worships you...

like you're his captain.

John is a very old friend.

Good luck, sir.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Well, you're

a good tipper, Captain.

Tell me something.

Are you required to flirt...

to behave as you do

toward those men over there...

as some part of your job?

They don't say to do it.

But if you don't?

Well, then I get questioned.

Like, "Why were you so rude

to them?"

And

I mean, I can't talk back.

I can't tell 'em

to f*** off and leave me alone.

As a rule.

I'd also lose the tip.

Sounds like

an occupational hazard.

You don't have to do that

with me.

Jimmy paid for your drink.

Thank you.

Thank you, Captain.

Hey, thanks.

- You want another?

Yeah.

Whatever Syd's having.

- Hi.

Hello.

Syd, you remember Jimmy.

He's a friend who lives up here.

Thanks for the drink.

My pleasure.

Have a seat.

Jimmy works at the Sand Dunes.

Oh, yeah. I remember.

What do you do?

I do some consulting over there.

Security on busy nights.

Parking lot?

No, I work inside the casino.

He saw you play in Vegas

a few years back. Tell him.

Yeah, yeah.

See, I used to live there.

I saw you playing craps

over at the original Dunes.

You bet the hard eight for a thousand

and pressed it for two.

- Did I hit it?

No, you didn't.

But it was a big balls bet,

and I remembered your face.

Stupid bet.

You were with that old dude

with the voice thing.

He talked like that.

What's his name?

Excuse me.

Say, partner, let me get

one of them cigarettes.

Damn.

You ain't got no menthol?

No, man, I don't do menthol.

Sh*t.

Let me get a light too.

So you gave up big balls bets

on the hard way...

to play keno, huh?

What's that,

a sign of aging?

It passes the time.

Syd and I saw a guy win 38 grand

playing keno once.

Played all day, sat in the same spot

something like 12 hours.

Must've cost him four grand

to win the 38. Jesus.

The other night

over at the El Dorado...

I saw a cat have a heart attack

right at the craps table.

He's in the middle of a hot shoot

and starts getting all sweaty and sh*t.

Next thing you know, bam!

Old motherf***er just keels over.

The joke of it is,

the game just keeps going on.

People are yelling, "Place the eight!

Somebody call an ambulance!

Place the nine! Place the six!

Somebody dial 911!"

Meanwhile this old bastard's laying on

the floor, tongue out, turning purple.

And the people are still playing.

Keno.

Keno.

Any winners?

Uh, no, not here.

But... let's try it again.

Jesus, we are f***ing surrounded

by p*ssy here.

Hey, hey. Jimmy.

What?

Not for my ears, but hers.

She can hear that sort of thing

across the lounge.

Puts her in a very

uncomfortable position.

I doubt if hearing

she's got a great p*ssy...

puts her

in an uncomfortable position.

I just don't want it

coming from my table.

You may not know this...

but half the women that work here

are takehome whores anyway.

They get off on that sh*t.

I got a friend, works over

at the Sand Dunes where I work.

This man's in charge of corralling

waitresses for that sort of thing.

He's in charge.

He is the p*ssy patrol.

Jimmy

What?

Just, you know

Hey, I live up here.

I know what flies and what don't.

To tell a babe she's got a nice ass

is no crime, believe me.

You said it as she walked away.

Let's go play.

We're waiting on our drinks here.

We'll get 'em at the tables.

You got a point.

Sydney.

It was a pleasure

seeing you again.

John here's got my digits.

Anything you need in this town,

you call me.

Syd, I'll see you later.

I'll be here.

How are you, Mike?

Good, Sydney. How are you?

What are you doing out here?

Fresh air.

I was...

I was just visiting my friend.

But we're not supposed to be

in the rooms, you know, so...

I could lose my job.

But you'll be fired...

if you tell them

to leave you alone?

This is something

I mean, if the hotel knew...

Do you live alone?

Yeah. I do now.

I had this girlfriend,

this roommate...

but it's a big nightmare story.

Do you go to school?

No.

- Do I look like I go to school?

- Oh, I don't know. Maybe.

I'm not with all that.

What are you saving up for?

The money that you make.

Are you saving?

No. I mean,

I have to make money, you know.

I have bills.

I have an apartment.

I have a car a Camaro.

That costs money, you know.

If I don't pay my bills every month,

my credit gets f***ed up.

I can't have f***ed-up credit

because then I'm f***ed.

You think I'm a piece of sh*t now

because you saw me leaving that room.

No, I don't.

Just a good girl, you know,

trying to save up...

open a beauty salon.

Maybe that, yes.

I don't know.

I don't wanna open

a f***ing beauty salon.

It's just that it's so much different

than what you think.

Explain it to me then.

I don't... I don't do anything

that I don't want to do.

You understand?

Are you...

Are you gonna tell John

that you saw me?

No. I'm not.

So...

I wanna know...

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