Rounders Page #10

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Just to warn you.

Ace high bets.

Uh, ace checks.

- Check.

- Check on an ace. All right. I'll check.

- Check.

- Check.

All right, free card.

Here we go.

- Hold on there a f***ing second.

- Easy. What are you doing?

- Give me the deck.

- Relax, man. Don't get so agitated.

- [Vitter]

Looks like we got a road gang here.

- [Worm] A what?

- What are you... What?

- What the hell's going

on over here, Stu?

This son of a b*tch

is base dealing.

- Caught a hanger, Sarge.

- What? A hanger?

I don't even know

what you're saying.

- He's saying you're dealing

off the bottom of the deck.

- Oh, God. Come on, guys.

- What did he give him?

- To me?

- Seven of hearts.

- You boys professionals? You working?

I was winning

before this guy got here.

Okay, okay. Let's let the cards

do the talking.

If the seven didn't help you,

we'll listen to what you have to say.

Ozzy, turn the cards.

- [Murmuring]

- Come on! It's three of a kind!

- Shut up!

- I'm just sayin', it's three of a kind.

One last thing, Stu.

- [Murmuring]

- Scumbag!

Hey, all right,

take it easy.

Aren't you supposed

to read us our rights?

Here's your f***in' rights!

[All Shouting]

F*** you!

Get the f*** outta here,

you cocksuckers! Sh*t!

Aw, Jesus!

Worm.

Worm?

[Mike Groans]

Hey, Les.

Hey.

Hey, you all right?

Mike?

Yeah.

You should've played

those kings, Mike.

- Aw, you're an a**hole.

- [Groaning]

I know. I know.

I'm sorry.

They took

every f***ing nickel.

I think I got 300

in my boot somewhere.

Oh, look at you.

F***!

F***, I cannot believe

I caught a hanger.

- Aw, it's never happened,

I swear to God.

- Where's the car?

- God, I think I cracked a rib.

- What the f*** were you thinking?

- I was trying to give us an edge.

- I had 'em.

Hey, I'm sorry

we got banged up, all right?

I took a shot and I missed.

That happens.

- F***ing happens

all the time around you.

- What, it doesn't happen to you?

You're the guy who flushed his whole

f***ing bankroll on one hand, Mike.

- Oh, hey, f*** you, man.

That was different.

- Why? Explain that to me.

Why different, huh?

What makes you so f***ing special?

How come all your moves

are so smart and noble...

and I'm always

the idiot piece of sh*t?

You act like you're the only one

with any f***ing ambition.

What's your ambition, man? Tell me.

I don't know. What is it?

- I don't even know.

I don't think like that.

- No, you don't think.

No, I don't think

like you!

You always think you can beat the game

straight up. That's not me.

- I told you, I'm always gonna

look for that edge. Always.

- What's the edge now?

We owe 15 grand in a day.

What do we do?

It's easy. We get

the f*** outta Dodge, all right?

We just steer clear

of the city for a while.

We'll hit the road. We'll be up again

in no time. This'll all blow over.

- We'll have a ball.

- Not a f***ing chance

I'm gonna live like that.

- You talk to Grama.

You get him to stake me.

- It's not gonna work, okay?

We're not dealing with Grama.

You said

Grama's on his own.

- You told me Grama's on his own.

- KGB bankrolled him.

- So you've just f***ed us

right in the ass.

- Yeah, all the way, okay?

So you see what I'm saying?

No fooling around. It's highway time.

Are you with me or not?

No, I'm not this time.

- Give me the keys.

- You're really gonna go back there?

Yeah.

I'll see you

when I see you.

Hey. At least you're

rounding again, right?

You're gonna thank me

for that someday.

[Engine Starts]

[Car Driving Away]

[Mike Narrating] Fold or hang tough.

Call or raise the bet.

These are decisions

you make at the table.

Sometimes the odds are stacked so clear,

there's only one way to play it.

Other times, like holding a small pair

against two over cards,

it's six to five,

or even money, either way.

Then it's all about feel,

what's in your guts.

Well, look at you.

Look at me.

Come in.

No.

- Where's your friend?

- Uh, he's gone.

- He's gone.

- So you brought my money?

- I'm a little short.

- How short?

The whole way.

There must be

some kind of story.

Well...

as you can see,

I can't pay you.

I see you're

banged up pretty good.

You never should've vouched

for that scumbag.

Maybe not.

- You're leaving me no outs here.

- Why?

I can't trust you two

aren't playing me.

I'm not the one

working with a partner here.

You wanna take it up with KGB,

you go right ahead.

Otherwise, you got one day,

or this'll feel like a Swedish massage.

[Door Slams]

- Hey.

- [Knish] Hey, what's up?

You look like Duane Bobick

after one round with Norton.

- What the f*** happened to you?

- Ah, Worm.

When are you

gonna listen?

I'm listening.

What do you need?

- Huh?

- I need... I need 15,000.

- Fifteen?

- Yep.

I need a blow job

from Christy Turlington.

- Get the f*** outta here. $15,000?

- Seriously, Joey.

What can you do for me?

Five hundred dollars is not

even gonna get me started.

Goddamn it, Mike, if 500 won't

help, what's two grand gonna do?

What kind of trouble

you in?

I'm in the worst kind,

with the worst guy.

- KGB?

- Yep.

Come here.

Didn't I tell you...

to never let that guy

get a hold of you?

- You told me a lot of things.

- Yeah, yeah. And you don't listen.

I tell you to play within your means,

you risk your whole bankroll.

I tell you not to

overextend yourself, to rebuild,

you go into hock for more.

I was giving you

a living, Mike,

showing you the playbook

I put together off my own beats.

That wasn't enough

for you...

This is one time I don't need

you to tell me how I f***ed up.

I know I f***ed up.

What I need from you

is money.

- I need whatever money you can give me.

- See, that's the thing.

This time

there is no money.

I give you two grand,

what's that buy you? A day?

No, I give it to you,

I'm wasting it.

- That's f***ing great.

- You did it to yourself.

You had to put it all on the line

for some Vegas pipe dream.

Yeah, I took a risk.

I took a risk.

You see all the angles.

You never have the stones to play one.

"Stones"?

You little punk.

I'm not playing for the thrill

of f***ing victory here.

I owe rent, alimony, child support.

I play for money.

My kids eat.

I got stones enough

not to chase cards, action...

or f***ing pipe dreams

of winning the World Series on ESPN.

You want me to, uh,

call some people,

try and buy you

some time, I will.

Place to stay, or the truck.

No problem.

But about the money,

I gotta do this. I gotta say no.

That's fine.

I understand.

- Hey, listen.

- What?

I put it all on the line.

That's true.

And you know what?

It wasn't a bad beat.

I wasn't unlucky.

I got outplayed.

I got outplayed that time.

But I know I'm good enough

to sit at that table.

It's not... It's not

a f***ing pipe dream.

I don't doubt your talent.

I never...

I never told anybody this.

About eight, nine months ago,

I'm at the Taj, it's late,

and I see Johnny Chan

walk in.

And he goes,

he sits 300-600.

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