Hard Eight Page #6

You understand?

Mm-hmm.

Now, you got to understand

that...

this is not easy for me.

John's a friend.

You're his friend.

What I mean

What I believe...

is that you killed his father...

like the stories I heard go.

Now, if somebody

killed my father...

I would feel the need

to do something.

The stories I heard...

you know, stories get around-

is that you used to be a hardass.

You were a hard-ass

and you took his dad out, Sydney.

So you think what?

You can just walk

through this life...

without being punished for it?

Sh*t, man.

I know all those guys you know.

Floyd Gondoli, Jimmy Gator,

Mumbles O'Malley.

They like to sit around in Clifton's

and talk, talk, talk.

They love to tell stories.

You can sit there and look at me

sideways all you want.

You probably think I'm some kind

of a**hole or something...

but I'm not a killer...

like you.

You walk around like you're

Mr. Cool, Mr. Wisdom...

but you're not.

You're just some old hood.

The other night in the bar,

you asking me a question...

like do I do parking lot security?

Well, the answer is no!

I'm trusted security

inside the casino.

I'm trusted with security,

and I don't f*** it up.

Good that you have such a sturdy

sense of responsibility.

Don't! Don't!

Don't f***in' do that!

You understand?

I can see right through that sh*t!

You look at me as some idiot, huh?

I know you do.

I know you.

You old guys, you old hoods...

you think you're

so f***in' above it...

so high and mighty.

What am I to you?

Some loser?

Not with a gun in my hand.

Not with the facts I know.

Bottom line, Sydney.

No matter how hard you try...

you're not his father.

I have the money here.

I have the $6,000 here.

Not in the bank. I have it here.

I knew that. I knew you did.

I have the money to give you

right now, in this moment.

I will give you all that I have.

Maybe before you were gonna kill me.

Maybe. I don't know.

I know John...

and I love him

like he was my own child.

But I can tell you this

I don't want to die.

I killed his father.

I can tell you what it was.

This is not an excuse.

I'm not begging for clemency.

All that matters

I do not wish to sacrifice my life

for John's well-being.

But I will sacrifice this money

for mine.

Because you have asked me.

Because after this,

I will have done all I can...

for John and for myself.

I'm gonna ask you with all the heart

and sincerity that I have.

Please do not put a bullet in me...

and please don't tell John

what I've done.

I trust that once

I give you this money...

you and I will take

separate paths...

and that this negotiation

will settle everything.

That is my hope.

I don't want to die.

No, man. Not here.

Hello.

You there? It's John.

Wait. Hold... Sh*t.

Hold on.

Hello? How's that?

We're in Rock Island, IIlinois.

We should be there tomorrow

morning, afternoon sometime.

How's everything back there?

Yeah? There's no problems,

nothing?

The guy and

Everything's fine.

How's Clementine?

She's good.

She's good.

She sends her love.

Yeah, I will.

I really love her, Syd.

I mean, I know the whole thing

and everything...

but I really do.

I know.

I'll be here for a while.

All right.

This phone's gonna run out

of change any second...

so I'm just gonna say

so long now.

I'll call you when we get there.

You know?

Thanks for everything, Syd.

There's something

I need to tell you.

It's something you need to know.

It's important.

I need to tell you.

I love you, John.

I love you like you were my own son.

Thank you, Syd.

I love you too.

Call me when you get there.

Okay. I'll speak to you then.

Jump on this horse.

This horse is going to ride away.

Is everybody ready?

Got your money down?

That's what I'm talking about.

Stay on this horse.

He's going the distance.

Are you sleepin'?

You gotta keep me up.

One more time.

You got your money down. Hold it!

Two thousand on the hard eight.

Me too.

All right.

Let's go for it.

Now we get it.

Gonna smoke now!

Got 'em in my hand.

Be there! Eighter! No.

It's comin'.

Hard eight, just like mine.

Hard eight.

Yes!

That's what I'm talking about.

Pull that sh*t off, baby.

Let me see that p*ssy.

Let me see it.

Yeah, let me see that thing.

Yeah.

Get out.

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