Lay The Favorite Page #8

It's his home address,

property records, employment records,

phone numbers, family, everything.

I can never lay a hand on this douche, because

of my personal relationship with God,

but I know two guys about four stops from here

who'll come and threaten to

saw his feet off for $900.

- Yes.

- If you're seriously considering doing something

like that, I'm going to take the file and leave.

- Why, is he some kind of cop?

- No, he's a reporter.

Greenberg has a felony conviction.

And he's on parole.

That's very bad.

We can't go anywhere near this guy.

And if he's working with the Feds,

we can't even walk on his lawn

without getting in trouble.

Thank you very much.

You can keep the change.

We have to go back to the hotel.

You've got to call this guy on the phone.

It's the only choice we have.

Come on.

You are going to have to

talk hard to these people.

- Yeah, I know.

- And you don't appreciate the parole officer,

don't call me, I'll call you bullshit.

- I know.

- And whether or not his phone is tapped,

or not, tell him you could care less...

I know, I know.

Where are you going?

Will you make sure that I stay assertive?

Sure. I didn't expect Jeremy

to be such a normal guy.

I know, he's my first.

Do you think that's why I brought

him on the brink of federal prison?

Maybe.

Look, between Frankie and Dink,

it'll get handled, OK?

I'm the only one who can

deal with Dave Greenberg.

Dave!

It's Beth.

Beth, you're calling me at home.

You know, we're having my

son's birthday party here.

What you're doing is the most scumbag

f***ing thing you can do in this business.

You and your buddies win five weeks in a row,

and get paid the exact amount on time,

and now, the first time you lose,

you turn your cell phones off?!

I'll call you back in five minutes.

Four minutes!

Get off the money thing.

Get back on the Fed thing,

it's the only thing we really care about.

He's scared.

I can taste it.

I'm going to make him more

scared of me than the Feds.

I got this.

- Dave.

- Beth.

My phone line are still tapped,

I'm calling you from the neighbors.

Dave, stop lying to me right now.

I don't believe a word that's

coming out of your mouth.

You owe me $75,000.

Hey!

Hey, I owe you $10,000.

Whatever the other guys lost,

whatever they're not paying you,

I am not responsible. If you want,

I'll give you their numbers.

Oh, I have all the numbers I need, Dave.

I have your boss's phone number,

I have your sister's phone number,

I have your wife's parents

numbers in Great Neck.

And if you don't stop f***ing with me,

I will call each one of them and

tell them what a degenerate you are.

Christ, where do you get off

calling me a degenerate?

Dave, Dave, do you think I'm just some idiot

running around the street all day, handing

out thousands of dollars in credit limits?

Is that what you f***ing think I am?!

You don't think that I work for someone?

Someone who can find out anything about you,

do anything to you.

Do you really want to play that guy?

Dave, it's because of me that

you can still walk right now.

Beth, I told you. I have a

parole officer that is on...

Even if you do have a parole officer,

he is not my problem.

I don't think you get what's going on here.

Dave, listen to me. Look me

in the eye over the phone.

You're an adult.

And you make decisions.

And those decisions have consequences,

for you and for people around you.

When you put your money down,

you cannot pick and choose which of

your bets count and which ones don't.

'Cause all of your bets are yours.

All of them.

Win or lose.

Dave?

Dave?

Dave?

You, you're right.

You're right, but I can't...

I can't pay.

I don't have the money.

He's crying.

I feel bad.

No. Go, go, go...

Dave, be completely honest

with me about the Fed thing

and the parole officer, right now...

...and I will knock

$10,000 off the debt.

This is a one time only offer.

I have a parole officer.

That's the truth.

But he doesn't know anything about you.

That Fed thing, that's bullshit.

That's what I thought.

OK. So, now we're done with the

games and you only owe me $65,000.

So, how are we going to work this out?

Do I have to call all your

relatives or have somebody come

and punch a f***ing sunroof into your head?!

Whoa, whoa, whoa...

The only way you're going to get your money,

is if you reopen my account.

I want to take New Jersey tonight to win

for $20,000. It is a lock.

Now, if I win,

that's $40,000, and you can have all of it.

Take it or leave it.

- What?

- Please hold.

What are you doing? Just let it go.

It's Rosie's money.

No, no, no. Look, if I

don't get Rosie his money,

he won't give me my money.

If I hang up now, I lose everything.

If Dave loses, I still lose everything.

But if Dave wins...

I see your logic, but New Jersey?

- New Jersey...

- Wait, if Dave wins will Rosie give me my money?

Yeah, Rosie's a scumbag, he's not a thief.

OK, I'll do it.

If I can put you down for $40,000,

that way you win 80, and we're even.

If I win, that makes me up 15.

I don't think you're very good at math.

Oh no, I'm good at math.

And I'm even better at dealing with degenerates.

That $15,000 goes to me for putting

up with your amateur bullshit.

And you're in the clear.

Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

New Jersey.

New Jersey, desperately trying to hang on

for the upset win over Los Angeles.

New Jersey has to play better defense.

For New Jersey they have

played hard all night long!

Now their lead down to one, and it is gone...

I can't believe it, you're kidding me!

I can't take this.

Again, a lack of defense transition.

You've got to slow down the basketball.

Los Angeles with a

What are you doing?

Come back and watch!

This is the part I just can't watch.

I'd rather sit alone in a dark room

for three hours with the phone off

- after a game.

- Yeah, when you have money on it.

You have money on this game?

- Mm-hm.

- You bet against me?

No. Bet $70,000 on New Jersey

to win the game out right.

- Who with?

- Rosie.

- Oh, my God...

- My God...

Why would you do that?

Why?

I don't know.

You can't bet sentimentally.

You taught me that.

Here you see Reedmore in the act,

get stripped and put him at the free throw line

and two main free throws, can

win this game for New Jersey.

Reedmore just got fouled!

Come on! Come on, come on!

Come on!

Making the play late in the game.

Come on, we've got to watch this now.

Come on, come on.

Watch.

Look, he's gonna get this in.

Sucks. I just want you to be

prepared if he doesn't...

- Watch, watch...

- ...make it.

...and at least try

and force overtime.

Reedmore's first...

Yes!

New Jersey, they've had such a difficult year...

OK, OK, now make the second one.

- I'm going to go sit down.

- No. Dink, you stay here.

They're going to make both.

You've got to protect yourself.

No, I know he's going to make it.

- I know.

- Can't think like that.

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