Molly's Game Page #12
to spend a weekend
with her in London.
You know what she got?
For the weekend?
Five grand.
A bag.
A Chanel bag she wanted.
Whatever you're
doing with Stella,
double it.
Where's your father in all this?
You mean physically?
He's in... Colorado.
No.
You and your father close?
No.
Was he tough on you?
You know how many girls at the
Olympics have demanding fathers?
All of them?
That's right.
I was tough on him.
What do you mean?
Mmmmmm...
I was a brat.
Fathers don't care.
Why?
You were lying!
Why would I start
fights with him?
Yeah.
I put you through grad school.
I raised the kids.
I did every God--everything.
No.
No, you listen to me.
All you do is cheat on me.
And lie to me.
And lie to the kids.
You lie to your wife
and you lie to your kids.
I don't know.
For the record,
the law, 1955, that I'm
accused of breaking,
betting on games of chance.
-Yes.
-Poker isn't a game of chance.
Roulette's a game of chance.
Poker's a game of skill.
Still, if I were you--
I'll tell them anything
they want to know about me.
About me.
That's it.
Remember Bad Brad Marion?
It turns out his
wasn't what you would call...
real.
It was a Ponzi scheme.
He'd been falsely reporting
profits for years.
He wasn't even
registered with the SEC.
by friends and family
and players of the game,
he bought several
Malibu beach houses,
an airplane hangar
full of cars,
another one
with an airplane,
and the life he wanted.
When he was arrested,
he had $740 in the bank.
Brad cooperated with the FBI
and gave them hours of testimony
on a range of subjects,
including how three years earlier,
he'd lost 5.2 million dollars
in an underground
celebrity poker game
that was run by a girl
named Molly Bloom.
His story was that I'd induced him
to play in a high-stakes game.
I just wanted to introduce
you to Brad Marion.
And that due to my enabling,
he'd become a gambling addict.
who made me become
a gambling addict.
Brad, this game
might not be for you.
Federal bankruptcy lawyers
were brought in to recover
as much of the boosted
money as they could.
I was sent a subpoena and
flew out to L.A. to be deposed.
Can you confirm the
names on the list
all played poker
with Brad Marion?
This list was provided
to you by Brad Marion?
I just need you to
confirm for the record
that your game included but was
not limited to the players on this list.
I understand. What I'm
trying to get on the record
is that I'm not the one
who provided the list.
These names were
provided by Brad Marion.
So under oath--
Yes.
I can confirm
the list is accurate.
The L.A. players and I
were given a choice.
Testify against each
other in open court
or help make restitution to the
victims of Brad's Ponzi scheme.
I wrote the government
a check for $500,000.
And somewhere in an FBI
field office in New York,
someone was pinning
my picture to a wall.
I was running six games a week,
sometimes at two different
locations in a night.
And by this point,
I was addicted to drugs.
Adderall, Ambien, Xanax, coke,
alcohol, Valium, Ativan, Trazadone--
anything that could keep
me up for a few days
and knock me out
for a few hours.
But I wasn't just taking them
to stay awake anymore.
It was dark and
friendless where I was.
I felt like I was in a hole so deep,
I could go fracking.
It didn't feel like depression,
it felt more violent.
I was tired of living in the frat
house I'd built for degenerates.
I was tired of the greed--
mine, not theirs.
Everybody's.
I was sick of being
high all the time.
I was sick of living
in the gray area.
I couldn't recognize myself
and what I recognized,
I couldn't stand.
After a game one night,
Douglas Downey surprised
me with a confession
after opening with another
detective story title.
Gut shot on the river.
I want to say something.
Okay.
I want to say um... something.
Okay.
I'm just gonna say it.
Cool.
'Cause there's a poem...
a famous uh...
a poem about...
thoughts left unexpressed.
Two roads emerged
from the woods.
Do they explode?
I don't know.
You like poetry?
I'm gonna call you a--
I'm in love with you.
This isn't happening.
Plain and simple.
You're the woman I've
always dreamed of
and I've been dreaming--
Shhh stop it.
Listen to me, Douglas?
I'm the woman all of you
I'm the anti-wife.
I encourage your gambling.
I have drinks served
to you by models
who simultaneously
create the impression
that you're the
kind of guy who can
score a dime piece
anytime you want.
It's nice for you in here.
Do you know who Circe was?
Um...
Circe.
Used to play in
Teddy Chin's game?
Nope.
Circe did not play
in Teddy's game.
She was the Greek
goddess of magic
and she gave men feasts
with wine and honey
and then turned
them into swine.
Why?
Fantastic question.
Missed the point by miles,
but that's okay.
Oh.
Um, Molly...
Shelby and Winston
will close up.
I'll see you next week.
Here you go.
-Thanks a lot, Randy.
-Thanks, Molly.
-Good morning.
-Morning, Pat.
Pat was my driver and security.
Straight home?
Yeah.
We didn't know much
more about each other
than we needed to know
but I liked him.
We were friends.
I used to be
a competitive athlete.
-I didn't know if you knew that.
-What sport?
Skiing.
Freestyle.
Were you good?
I don't know.
Pat asked me a favor.
He said there were a
couple of hedge fund guys
in New Jersey who
wanted to play and
with them
if he was able to get them
a meeting with me.
I said sure and set the meeting
for 5 p.m. on a Thursday
at the Four Seasons bar,
knowing that if they were legit,
they'd recognize someone
at the Four Seasons right
after the closing bell.
It turns out I didn't
need to be that clever.
These weren't finance guys,
they were from
the cast of Jersey Boys.
They looked around
the bar self-consciously,
they were out of their element.
And tough guys try to look
tougher when they're insecure.
I had a good hunch
what they wanted
and I was gonna have to shut
down this meeting quickly
Joey Bag-a-Donuts
and Secaucus Sal.
I'm Molly Bloom,
nice to meet you.
John G.
-And you are?
-Paul.
How do we get a drink?
I don't remember what
the other guy ordered
but I'll never forget
what John G. had.
He looked at the waiter as if to
say that he could handle himself
just fine among the
Manhattan elite and said,
I'll have an appletini.
Okay.
So, how was your week?
My week? Uh, it was fine,
thank you.
Pat said you guys might
be interested in a game.
We want to partner with you.
-We've talked to Tooty, Will--
-Teddy Chin.
Teddy Chin.
We do a little work
with them too.
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