Jinxed! Page #4

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Okay, thas enough. Pack it in, kid.

Sorry, ladies and gentlemen.

Is time for his break.

How come he didn't know it?

He got caught in the flow of the game.

You know how it is.

- Yeah. I'm cashing in my chips.

- Why quit now? You're on a roll.

When you're hot, you're hot.

Thas right, but I just felt a draft.

- Yes!

- Is all over.

- He beat you.

- Try massacred.

So everything is go.

Yeah, I'll see you at the trailer.

What?

- They wanna see you right away.

- What the hell for?

Come on, les go.

Whas the problem?

- Apparently my money ain't no good here.

- Not at all, sir.

Well, I've got $22,800 sitting right there...

which I'm willing to risk on one hand.

Whas that got to do with me?

Well, management is inclined to see his bet.

Only if he deals.

- One hand for everything?

- Thas the idea, sonny boy.

Okay by me.

All right.

Here's your chance to be a hero.

- Yeah? Whas the downside?

- Don't ask.

- Okay?

- Hell, anytime.

All right. Deal.

Let me see now.

Suppose...

Just suppose I had a six and a five

in the hole. Could I double down?

You wanna double down,

we'll accommodate you.

But you gotta come up with more cash.

Well?

- I'm just taking the dealer's temperature.

- 98.6.

You're sweating like is 104.

- Come on, sh*t or get off the pot, will you?

- Thas the sign I was looking for.

$2,800.

- That leaves $20,000 open.

- Hold your water.

- Two $10,000 bills.

- They're kosher.

- Go get Morley.

- Who?

The cashier supervisor.

Come on, Angus. Come on, hon.

There we go. Thas my baby boy. Yeah.

Remarkable.

- May I ask where you got these, sir?

- Tooth fairy, sir.

The government stopped making

$10,000 bills years ago.

Absolutely genuine. No question about it.

Pretty little things, ain't they?

I don't know why anybody would keep

$20,000 in his wallet...

when it could be earning interest in a bank.

Sentimental value.

Thank you, Morley.

Money plays.

Okay, deal.

Would you please stop smoking that damn...

What in goddamn hell

do you think you're doing?

You got some nerve!

Who the hell do you think you are?

- You're making me nauseous!

- Get her away!

Hey! You want to play cards or what?

- Player has twenty.

- Player stands.

Show us the picture you got in the hole.

Dealer has thirteen.

Deal.

Dealer has sixteen. Must hit sixteen.

You paralyzed or what?

Thas the sign I was waiting for.

Twenty-one.

- Jesus Christ.

- What a way to go.

Is there anything else

we could do for you, sir?

Are you all right?

- Come on, les get the hell out of here.

- Bye.

I'm gonna buy you a drink.

A drink, sh*t. I'm gonna buy you a bottle.

Shows a thirteen to a twenty

for over $45,000...

- and never bats an eye. Holy Christ!

- Hey, hold on.

- Where you going?

- Make a phone call.

Come on, you can make it later.

Yeah, I guess so.

I guess it doesn't matter now, anyway.

Let me have a bottle

of your best champagne.

Yeah, Harold calling collect.

You got it. Yeah, she's coming there.

Yeah, you'll see.

Thanks, thas good.

Hey, I really got to make this phone call.

- Hurry up.

- I'll be right back. Keep it cold for me.

- All right.

- Be right back.

Was I right, or was I right?

You won?

Did I win, she said? Do I look like a loser?

Cracked him good, Harold?

Whas good this time of year?

Is Paris good?

- I don't know. I've never been there.

- I ain't either.

- You know whas a shame?

- Whas a shame, Harold?

Shame they don't have no more

of those big ocean liners.

You know, the ones that go to Europe

in five or six days.

For years, I always thought that someday...

I'd get on one of them ocean liners.

Now I can.

But they ain't no more, I missed the boat.

What do you mean,

you missed the boat, Harold?

- Is everything okay? Everything all right?

- Yeah.

I'll fix you a drink.

We did have some good times

in the beginning, didn't we?

The best, Harold. The best.

I want to take a shower.

You know, I was sweatin' like a hog

when the deal went down.

Harold! Listen to me and don't say a word

until I'm finished, okay?

I'm leaving you, Harold.

Harold, let me in.

Harold, let me in!

Harold, don't you do this to me!

Harold, wake up.

Wake up! What have you done?

Oh, Christ! You son of a b*tch!

Come on!

Harold, wake up!

No!

Don't ever do that again!

- You killed him!

- No. I didn't.

Why didn't you answer the phone?

I called to tell you I beat him.

- You beat him?

- I cleaned him out.

Harold, you lied! You told me you won!

- He told you that?

- Yes.

- So thas why you went ahead.

- No!

I swear to God on my mother's life.

I didn't do it!

Well, whas that?

My imagination laying on the floor?

How did he die?

He took a shower,

with his feet in the water...

and this finger...

in the socket.

Oh, Jesus, is pathetic.

He looks just like a hard-boiled egg.

Christ, I'm almost sorry I beat him.

So am I.

Oh, God, Willie. In about five seconds,

you're gonna be an awful lot sorrier.

- Why?

- 'Cause I just realized...

that if Harold didn't win,

all that money I promised you...

- Is in the vault at Harrah's Casino.

- Yeah.

Well, you still got your insurance money.

No. We don't get that, either.

There's a suicide clause.

You're not gonna get away with it, Harold.

You think you screwed me,

but you're wrong.

- Cause I'm gonna think of something!

- Hold it!

- What?

- Have a little respect, will you?

Oh, yeah, I'm sorry.

All right, so we're broke. Been broke before.

At least I got rid of my jinx.

Wait a minute.

- We can still get the insurance money.

- How?

All we gotta do is go through

with the original plan.

- You gotta help me.

- You wanna run that by me one more time?

- Harold is dead, yes?

- Extremely.

Who else but us knows it was a suicide?

Nobody. Just us.

Okay.

Once the trailer goes over the cliff, kaboom.

Ill look exactly like an accident.

Am I right, or am I right?

- Yeah, but...

- Oh, Jesus!

I'm even starting to talk like you, Harold.

You stupid schmuck!

- Why couldn't you admit you were a loser?

- Wait!

- What?

- You forgot one thing.

- Lf we get caught, they'll say we killed him.

- Yeah?

Well, thas why they call it gambling.

- Where are you going?

- To get the bike.

Oh, good.

Put some clothes on him and make it quick.

I don't want to waste any time.

All right, Harold. Okay, Harold.

All right.

Is time for me to dress you, Harold.

You came in like a sh*t-kicker, honey,

but you ain't going out like one.

No siree Bob!

I got your outfit all picked out, Harold.

Something nice and bright and cheerful.

Just the kind of thing you always hated.

Here we go, Harold. There we go.

Remember that outfit you said

you wouldn't be caught dead in?

Well, guess what, Harold. This...

is it.

Come on over here, dear.

Hey, give me a hand here, will you?

Are you crazy? Give me a hand!

- What are you doing?

- Help me.

All right. Grab his feet.

- Take him. Put him on the bed.

- Put him in the chair.

- No. Bring him to the bed.

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