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being here again. But I'm not.

I'm not.

Look at me.

Look at me!

You wanna know what it looks

like to break someone in two

with just a flick

of disregard?

Look at me!

Look at me!

Look at my face.

This is what it looks like.

Stare at it.

Look at it.

Kinda looks like

hell, doesn't it?

I'm pregnant.

Yeah, I'm pregnant.

Don't f***ing cry!

You don't have the

right to f***ing cry!

Look who just showed.

Moffit. It must be

the weekend pay off.

Hey, Jimmy, turn

the heater on.

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, my God.

I'll never forget the look

on Tony's face as long as I live.

He saw me standing there with

the deed to my house in my hand,

and Lucy with a

sandwich in hers.

There he was getting arrested for

the murder of Nick Villa and Jimmy.

The look on his face.

Tony decided to hit

before being hit.

Meet sense

business wise.

One less bookie

on the block.

Tony didn't count on the Feds across

the street who were watching Nick.

Now the state had

two eyewitnesses

who just happened to

be federal agents.

Firestorm. Who

would've thought?

Hundred to one.

My debt had been

wiped clean.

but at the cost of

a client and a friend.

Ali agreed to

meet with me.

I gave her the

ticket worth 100,000

and the leather case

with the 300,000.

I told her about the

marker from the casino,

and I'd use the

rest for rehab.

She knew we were

meant for each other

no matter what had happened.

So did I.

No matter what happened.

We were just made that way.

She finally agreed.

I was on probation.

And I, I was fine with that.

Three hundred

thousand from Nick,

and 100,000

from Firestorm.

And the house

was still ours.

I guess he was right. Chance can't

out-perform grace some times.

The clinic said my gambling

stemmed from my work.

The rush of the trade had to be

met with the rush of the bet.

The pressure of the office

created a pathological state.

Oh, yeah, sure.

That made sense.

Hey.

Hello.

How is it going, Mr. Lin?

So that and whatever was on eight.

Okay. 17. 95.

Right. There

you go.

Here's the change.

Thank you, sir.

Hey, what's the Powerball

paying at right now?

I don't know.

Okay.

Uh, never mind.

Hey, have a good one.

Thank you, Mr. Joey.

Bye-bye.

A scandal ensued with

the Governor Elect's wife.

The Feds found Nick's ledger and

tied it right to the campaign.

Ali was out of her job,

so she became

a full-time mom.

Hello?

Yeah, one second.

It's for you.

It'll all seem like the edge

of everything all gone away.

No, I got him. Hey.

But... nothing's

ever that easy.

It turns out that Tony

still wanted me anyway.

And even from prison

there's a hit.

Zoran was released and not

associated with Nick's murder.

He still thought obligated

to me from that stock tip.

He said it was

going down today.

Nobody gets off

as easy as I did.

And deep down

I knew it.

My life had changed.

Ali, my four-month old

I know I had to hit it.

It was my time.

Zoran said today

was the day.

I couldn't do that

to her again.

I couldn't. So I knew

what I had to do.

Paper, okay?

A hit was a hit,

and I knew it was coming.

But like Firestorm I don't want

him to be taking me so far.

It's true.

Time was a great teacher, but

unfortunately he kills all of his students.

Okay.

Now, this isn't a place where

normally I would get cocky, but...

Even time itself can't

beat a good insider tip.

Hi!

Hey.

Good morning.

I mean, what

are the odds?

Fifty to one?

Fifty-one to one?

Fifty-one fifty to one?

One little bit.

Oh, come here.

Hey, Ali.

What do you think

of Northern California?

Okay. Ladies

and gentlemen

next number

coming now. 56!

Anybody gonna

hit bingo?

Like this year.

It's ridiculous.

Next number

coming out. 75.

O 75.

Two takers. You working

on diamond play yet?

Not yet.

Nothing? All right, next

number coming out. 51.

G 51.

No, no takers.

I'll raise

the stakes.

$5-bet. 75 to 1.

I can cover it. Totally good for.

Anybody take it?

$5-bet. Jerry!

Yeah!

You're my man!

You're wild. Here it comes.

Call the number.

Seventy-four.

Forty-four?

Seventy-four.

O 70!

I was almost out!

Oh, that was bad!

You owe me $6, Jerry.

All right?

I'm keeping tabs on you.

I don't wanna play your security

check, but I will if I have to.

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