
Rounders Page #12
- I know.
And it kills me
to ask you, but...
I don't have
any other play here.
So, uh, if you can
help me at all...
I hate to see you
like this.
I want to help you, Michael.
But $15,000, l... l...
I know.
[Sighs]
If it must be tonight,
then ten
is the best I can do.
Would you do that?
When my mother
let me leave the yeshiva,
it nearly broke her.
But she knew...
She knew the life I had to lead.
To do that for another
is a mitzvah.
And for that, I owe.
So you take this money...
and you get yourself
out of this trouble.
You hear me?
I know you can.
l... I promise that I'm gonna...
I'll pay you back.
Good luck.
[Mike Narrating]
these squares, at the table.
Short-stacked and long odds against,
all their outs gone,
one last card in the deck
that can help them.
I used to wonder how they could let
themselves get into such bad shape...
and how the hell they thought
they could turn it around.
Just walking in here
makes me queasy.
The brick walls.
The f***ing mopes at the tables.
The musty smell. I feel like Buckner
walking back into Shea.
But what choice do I have?
So, you have my money?
- I owe you that money tomorrow, right?
- Da.
So it's still mine.
For the next eight hours,
it is yours.
But if you
don't have it all by then,
then you are mine.
Well...
I got $10,000.
I'm looking for a game.
- You sure?
- You heard me.
So, we'll play. Heads up.
We both start
with a couple of racks.
Blinds, uh, 25 and 50?
And we don't stop
until one of us has it all.
Let's do it.
[Cards Shuffling]
I'm gonna raise.
Thousand straight.
Very aggressive.
A new day.
And you won't be pushed around.
[Chuckling]
But... I re-raise.
Five thousand.
[Mike Narrating] Doyle Brunson says,
"The key to No-Limit...
is to put a man to a decision
for all his chips."
Teddy's just done it.
He's representing aces,
the only hand better than my cowboys.
I can't call and give him
a chance to catch.
I can only fold,
if I believe him. Or...
I re-raise. I'm all in.
Take it down.
In a heads-up match,
the size of your stack is almost as
important as the quality of your cards.
I chopped one of his legs out
in the first hand.
- Now all I have to do is lean
- Check.
Bet a thousand.
Call. I'll call.
Check.
What's that, 2,500 there?
I'm gonna tap your tap.
Jacks up.
Very good.
Good hand.
Catching that Jack
on the turn.
- You got lucky there.
- Yep, it was luck.
So, that's it then, hmm?
Just like a young man
coming in for a quickie.
I feel so unsatisfied.
I'm sorry.
You must feel proud
and good.
Strong enough
to beat the world.
- I feel fine.
- Me too. I feel okay.
'Course maybe we check
with one other guy, see how he feels.
Grama!
I'll take what's ours.
'Course you could
let it ride, Mike.
Take your chances.
You could let this happen, Grama?
Sure, partner.
He still has till morning
to make good.
Uh, you know what? I got my
five grand here. That's just fine by me.
- I'm going home.
- Fine.
It's a f***ing joke anyway.
After all, I am paying you
with your money.
- What did you say?
- Your money.
I am still up 20 grand...
from this last time
I stick it in you.
[Mike Narrating] They're trying
to goad me, trying to own me.
But this isn't a gunfight.
It's only about money.
I can leave now,
even with Grama and KGB...
and halfway
That's the safe play.
I told Worm you can't lose
what you don't put in the middle.
- Deal 'em.
- But you can't win much either.
Checks!
- [Mike] Double the blinds?
- Yeah.
Table stakes.
Good. Feel free
to reload at any time.
[Speaking Russian]
You must
be kicking yourself...
for not walking out
when you could.
Bad judgment.
But...
don't you worry, son.
It will all be over soon.
Okay.
Check.
No check here.
I tap you.
I'm laying
this down, Teddy.
Top two pair.
It's a monster hand,
and I'm gonna lay that down...
'cause you got two-four, and I'm
not gonna draw against a made hand.
Lays down a monster.
Should have paid me off
on that.
Why the f*** did you
lay that down?
Wow.
Not hungry?
Mr. Son of a B*tch.
Let's play some cards.
[Mike Narrating]
The rule is this:
You spot a man's tell,
you don't say a f***ing word.
And usually I would've let him
till he was dead broke.
But I don't have that kind of time.
I've only got till morning.
Not even Teddy KGB's immune
Enough is enough, Teddy.
Finish the f***ing kid off.
Hanging around.
Hanging around.
Kid's got alligator blood.
Can't get rid of him.
No, I'm not going anywhere.
Double the blind.
Okay.
I call.
Check.
Two grand.
All right, I'll call the two grand.
I'll gamble.
Don't splash the pot.
You're on a draw, Mike?
Go away.
This one
is not good for you.
And in my club, I will splash the pot
whenever the f*** I please.
Okay.
[Sighs]
I'm gonna check, Teddy.
That's right.
Big daddy...
bets...
the pot.
That's 4,400.
All right, I'm gonna call you, or else
I won't respect myself tomorrow morning.
Respect is all you'll have left
in the morning.
Last card coming.
Check.
It hurts, doesn't it?
You can't believe
what fell.
All your dreams... dashed.
Hopes down
the f***ing drain.
Your fate, he is sitting
right beside you.
That ace could not
have helped you.
[Chips Rattling]
I bet it all.
You're right, Teddy.
The ace didn't help me.
I flopped
a nut straight.
Motherf***er!
[Speaking Russian]
- Motherf***er! That is it!
- [Grama] That's it?
What the f***
you talking about?
- Take him down, Teddy.
- Nyet! Nyet! No more!
No! Not tonight!
This son of b*tch,
all night he check, check, check.
He trapped me!
Well, you feeling
satisfied now, Teddy?
'Cause I can go on
busting you up all night.
Nyet! Nyet!
He beat me.
Straight up.
Pay him.
Pay that man his money.
Turned my ten grand
into just over 60.
Paid 15 to Grama, six went back
to the Chesterfield.
As for Worm,
well, I figure we're even.
to the professor,
I'm back where I started,
with three stacks of high society.
Hey.
- You look like hell.
- Ah, well, you should've
seen me yesterday.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm okay. You?
Now I am.
So, you're
outta here, huh?
Yeah, I'm... I figure
there's nothing left for me here.
Listen, um, will you
give this to Petrovsky?
I... didn't want to wake him up.
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