Revolver Page #4

- No.

Do you understand me? Do you?

Lou, what's going on?

We're here.

How many?

We're doing a deal in the next room.

When do you make the trade?

- Ten minutes.

- Ten minutes?

- Don't trust those yellow dogs.

- I don't trust anyone.

Lou?

Talk to me, you motherf***er.

Or I'll kill you myself.

The consequences can kiss my black ass.

This has become a large problem, Avi.

There's no such thing as problems, Mr. Green,

only situations.

Wake up, Mr. Green.

Checkmate.

How?

How what?

We've kept you alive, now you can tell me.

How do you keep winning?

It's very simple.

You do all the hard work, I just help you along.

The art is for me to feed pieces to you

and make you believe you took those pieces,

because you are smarter and I am dumber.

In every game and con there is always

an opponent and there is always a victim.

The more control the victim thinks he has,

the less control he actually has.

Gradually he will hang himself.

I, as the opponent, just help him along.

Is that the treasured formula?

The formula has infinite depth

in its efficacy and application,

but it is staggeringly simple

and completely consistent.

Rule one of any game or con: You can only

get smarter by playing a smarter opponent.

Rule number two.

The more sophisticated the game,

the more sophisticated the opponent.

If the opponent is very good,

he will place his victim

inside an environment he can control.

The bigger the environment,

the easier the control.

Toss the dog a bone, find their weakness,

and give them just a little

of what they think they want.

Check.

So the opponent simply distracts their victim

by getting them consumed

with their own consumption.

Check.

The word "snake" springs to mind.

Don't knock it.

You only get smarter by playing a snake.

The bigger the trick and older the trick,

the easier it is to pull.

Based on two principles.

They think it can't be that old

and they think it can't be that big,

for so many people to have fallen for it.

Eventually,

when the opponent is challenged or questioned,

it means the victim's investment

and thus his intelligence is questioned.

No-one can accept that,

not even to themselves.

Checkmate.

I ain't playing you again.

You'll always find a good opponent

in the very last place you would ever look.

You've got more tricks than a clown's pocket,

don't you, Mr. Green?

Everything all right?

Can they hear you?

Two minutes.

You're OK.

Get out, Jake, as soon as you can.

I had to dig very deep

to find someone who'd talk.

They're the last resort.

They're the last resort. When no other

loan sharks will lend them, your boys move in.

They stepped on Gold's toes

and he wouldn't touch 'em.

Gold?

Yes, the Gold, Sam Gold.

Mr. Clandestine.

Mr. Ambiguous.

Mr. Mystery.

Get out of there.

Get out of there, Jake.

No-one lives and displeases Gold.

No-one but your two friends.

Got to be something wrong with 'em

if Gold won't touch 'em.

Got to be something wrong

if the Goldfather won't touch 'em.

No-one sees Gold,

but Gold sees everything.

The smoke signals say,

"Dodge 'em like an angry bullet."

Tell your friend to get out of there.

Jake, get out of there.

Get out of there.

Get out of there.

Tomorrow.

You're worse than a stuck record.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow."

Tomorrow is never going to come, is it?

Hello, it's warming up.

Zach, kick him, see if that jogs him on.

You want me to play mother?

I took care of Horowitz. It's your turn.

Change of plan.

I can see what's coming.

Give it to Mr. Green.

Mr. Green.

Shoot Fred for me.

Not dead, stupid, just in the back of the knee.

I ain't shooting Fred, Zach.

Sometimes, a little voice

tells you to think about number one.

Told you, Avi.

Never had the gumption,

never going to have what it takes.

It's easier than you think.

It's one little squeeze,

just like a tube of toothpaste.

Who the f*** are you two?

You can't see what's right in front of you.

You're supposed to be stiff, cold and horizontal,

and you still don't trust us?

Shoot him in the kneecap.

The debt has to be paid.

And sometimes it's best to listen to it.

Get your arse up, Fred.

Go on. Get out.

He can't do that, Jake.

Then why don't you stop him, Avi?

What the f*** do you know?

Shoot that toad now.

One more step, Avi.

Just like a squeeze of toothpaste.

You realize what you're doing, Mr. Green?

Hold on, Jake. This isn't the plan.

This won't have a happy ending.

One more step, Avi.

Wake up, Mr. Green.

Congratulations, Mr. Green.

It's past the third day and you have risen.

I think you're due for a check-up.

Did the bad guys get you?

There's no such thing as "bad guys", Rachel.

Yes, there are.

That's why Daddy's friends are looking after us.

Never mind about that. Why don't you be a

good girl and get your Uncle Jake a cold drink?

It's a bit of a mess, isn't it?

Things will sort themselves out.

Is she all right?

Don't you worry about her.

You just look after yourself.

Mr. Green, I don't know how to tell you this.

Our first results,

they must have been wrong.

I cannot apologize enough for this error.

You're not a well man, but...

We have to assess our clients very carefully.

There is something about yourself

that you don't know.

Something that you will deny even exists

until it's too late to do anything about it.

It's the only reason you get up in the morning,

the only reason you suffer the shitty boss,

the blood, the sweat and the tears.

This is because you want people to know

how good, attractive, generous, funny,

wild and clever you really are.

"Fear or revere me,

but please think I'm special."

We share an addiction.

We're approval junkies.

We're all in it for the slap on the back

and the gold watch.

The "hip, hip, hoo-f***ing-rah."

Look at the clever boy

with the badge, polishing his trophy.

Shine on, you crazy diamond.

Cos we're just monkeys wrapped in suits,

begging for the approval of others.

If we knew this, we wouldn't do this.

Someone is hiding it from us.

And if you had a second chance,

you would ask...

Why?

- Why what?

- Why am I still alive?

Why did you give my money away?

Why didn't you want 'em to know?

Why didn't you want me to know?

You'll find out soon enough.

Whilst I've been digging around on Lord John

I came across a couple

of cash-talking sh*t-sniffers

who came up with the name...

Green.

That's right, Jake Green.

- Go on.

- I'm working for his brother.

Patrick.

A couple of opportunists, looking after

his older brother, got a little bit greedy.

Want to impress you.

All right, you take Sorter and Slim Biggins

and enough men to avoid an excuse.

It's about f***ing time.

Now that is a picture.

You took your sweet-ass time.

I was starting to get bored.

You should have kept busy with a swim.

Funny you should say that.

Zach's quite a swimmer, aren't you, Zach?

We thought it might be a record. You want

to try to beat it? Come on in and join us.

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