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making all the wrong bets,

holding when he shouldn't,

not splitting when he should.

F***in' guy wants to lose.

Shitload of money,

every Thursday night.

Nobody's got that kind

of f***in' money to burn.

You know what's ever crazier?

Every Friday night,

a different Chinese guy

comes to the high-rollers table,

plays roulette,

and wins f***in' huge.

I'm talking statistic-anomaly f***in'

huge.

Every Friday night,

like f***in' clockwork.

Why don't you just cut to the chase

and tell me what's on your mind?

The way it appears to me,

is they're taking in a shitload

of money every Thursday night

and laundering it out

through the casino.

You're telling me this because?

Put 'em in an awful bad spot,

if someone were to rob them

of that money.

It's not like they're going

to go crying to the police

about someone stealing

their dirty cash.

Well, sounds like you've

got this all figured out.

I do, except for one piece.

I need a guy

who's been here too long,

smoking habit he can't afford,

and access to the vault.

Thanks for the cigarette.

So any thoughts on the matter?

Yeah.

Stealing from the Pope

is suicide.

The number you have reached

is not in service at this time

and there is no new number...

Yeah?

Got that address you wanted.

Also a Luke Vaughn

wants a meeting.

All right, send him in.

Sh*t.

Luke Vaughn.

What can I do for you? Sit down.

I was wondering if we could

have a word in private.

Everything we say here

is private.

How are you, sir?

I'm still breathing, Vaughn.

Still breathing.

Well, that's good.

I suppose that's more than some can say.

Oh, indeed.

How's that pretty little wife of yours?

Ex-wife now, actually.

- She's...

- Well, f*** her. I hope you traded up.

Listen, Mr. Pope.

I... I'm here to ask

a favor, a big one.

How big?

$300,000 big, at least.

What do you need $300,000 at least for,

Vaughn?

You remember my daughter Riley.

She's sick, in the hospital.

- Needs an operation.

- Insurance?

Insurance doesn't even

cover the treatments.

Been paying out of pocket

for a month

and I'm behind.

So far behind that if I don't

come up with money by Friday,

she's gonna lose her spot.

You know I don't run a charity here.

Rule #3.

"It's not a business

if you give the money away."

I remember the rules.

This isn't charity.

It's a favor.

$300,000 that I'm never

going to see again

sure sounds like charity to me.

No, sir.

I will pay it back.

I sign your paycheck, Vaughn.

Who are you kidding?

Mr. Pope,

you're my only option.

I don't make exceptions.

Let me ask you something...

what if it were you?

What if you were in my shoes

and your kid was sick?

- Hey, hey, that's enough. Time's up.

- What if Sydney was sick?

Nobody's talking to you.

All right,

that's all the time you get.

No, it's not all the time I get.

He already answered

your question. Come on.

I don't accept

his f***ing answer!

God damn it,

get your f***in' hands off me.

I don't care what you don't accept.

Get the f*** out of here.

What about the sh*t

that I've done for you?

What do you want?

A f***in' cookie?

What you did for me?

You didn't do sh*t for me.

You f***in' ran away.

I let you go away.

You wanted to start a new life,

you found God.

I didn't want my little girl

growing up hating me

- for the man I'd become!

- Get out of here.

You've got what you want,

I got what I want. Go!

- Like you, God damn it! F***!

- Move it!

- You're a bad bet!

- Get your f***in' hands off me.

- Hey, hey!

- Damn it, don't touch me!

You're f***in' fired.

Get him the f*** out of here.

That was awkward.

Yeah, well...

What's with that guy?

What's his deal?

That guy would have been you,

but he found love or religion,

some bullshit.

He just left everything.

He turned it all down.

I don't know, Derrick.

What do you think?

Maybe I should have

just given him the money?

I don't think the younger you

would have even

considered that an option.

"Don't let sentiment

cloud your judgment.

"Relationships come and go,

but principles...

"principles are here to stay."

Frank Pope.

Glad someone was listening.

Hey, ladies.

Looking good.

I'm in.

But I was just fired,

so if you want the vault codes,

it's pretty much going

to have to be tomorrow night.

Let's do it.

Who the f*** are these guys?

My boy Dante. Mickey.

Hey, man.

This isn't what we agreed to.

I've known this guy

since we were kids.

His favorite color is blue.

He lost his virginity to Becky McCormick.

Of course, I f***ed her first.

Anything you want to know,

just ask.

What's his dick taste like?

Relax.

Dante's bringing the guns.

Mickey's got the car.

Who said anything about guns?

Feel free to leave yours

with your f***in' mommy.

I'm not walking in there

with just my dick in my hand.

You do know

who we're dealing with, right?

We go in there with guns,

Pope catches us,

we're dead.

It's my operation, Vaughn.

The guns stay.

You don't like it,

take a f***in' walk right now.

Otherwise, nobody else here

has a problem with it.

So we good?

What's your plan?

Walk in there

just after closing,

stick our shotguns

in their f***in' faces.

They'll be all tired and sh*t.

They're not going to do anything.

Grab the green stacks,

walk the f*** out by dawn.

Mm-hmm.

- Keep it simple.

- Yeah.

Well,

simple is usually the best,

but what you've got here is the simplest

way for us to get our asses shot off.

You got a better f***in' idea,

we'd love to hear it.

- Swan?

- Swan.

You got the vault, transformer room.

Pepper's the vault.

- Sugar should be the vault.

- What?

It's sweet.

Everybody wants it.

Makes sense for the money to be the sugar.

Yeah.

Fine.

Sugar's the vault.

Cox, you're the ketchup.

Mickey is Sweet'N Low.

I'm the salt.

Dante, you're the pepper.

Why do I got to be the pepper?

'Cause I'm running

out of f***in' condiments.

Dante, shut the f*** up.

Nobody steals from the Swan.

But that's because

they're afraid of the Pope,

not because it's Fort Knox.

Now, the way I see it,

we've got three things

going for us.

One, we have the access codes.

That's on me.

Two, we have the inside man.

That's you.

Three, we have knowledge

of a certain security guard

that likes his donuts and coffee

and precisely 3:
25 every night.

- Every night?

- Every night.

Everybody with me so far?

Mickey, you following me?

Yeah, I'm following you.

This is you with the car.

Can I trust the car won't link back to us?

You're going to pick

Dante and I up

right here at this bar

at 3:
00 A.M.

- Where am I?

- You're at work.

You finish your shift,

clock out, don't leave.

Find your way to the

transformer room and wait.

- Until?

- 3:
30.

There'll only be a few employees

hanging around by then.

You... you're going to be

parked up here.

Right by the scrambled eggs.

Cool.

This gives you a straight

direction south on the freeway.

Don't f*** it up.

You said you

got a straight shot,

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