Rounders Page #4
not gonna work.
Here's the play...
you're my new boyfriend,
you're looking for a regular game.
Really? Well, I'm not
much of a card player.
Bullshit. Worm tells me that's
precisely what you are.
My cut is 25 per cent.
- I see.
- Good. Come on.
Gentlemen.
- This is my boyfriend Michael.
- [Group] Hello, Michael.
[Barbara]
Be nice to him.
to buy me breakfast.
- [Laughter]
- Good luck.
- Thanks, sweetie.
Here, why don't you
pull up a chair.
- Okay, this one's Chicago.
- You know Chicago?
- Uh, remind me.
- Stud game.
High spade in the hole
wins half the pot.
Okay, well,
deal me in, I guess.
- That's you.
- Oh, thanks.
Okay.
- That's two on you, Murph.
- Oh, yeah. Sorry.
- I'm in.
- I'm gonna make it five.
Hey, big spender.
[Mike Narrating]
Worm and I fall into our old rhythm
like Clyde Frazier and Pearl Monroe.
We bring out all the old school tricks,
stuff that would
never play in the city...
signalling, chip placing,
trapping.
- We even run the old best hand play.
- Raise.
but there's no risk
in this room.
Now, some people might look down on
Worm's mechanics, call it immoral.
But as Canada Bill Jones said, "It's
immoral to let a sucker keep his money."
Like they teach you
in One-L...
caveat emptor, pal.
- I got the boat, queens over.
- [Chuckles]
[Chuckles]
He asked you if that stung, Birch.
[Mike Narrating]
Worm really has become an artist, too.
Discard culls, pickup culls,
overhand run ups, the Double Duke...
His technique is flawless.
But his judgment is a little off.
A few times, I have to fold the case
on him, just so it won't be obvious.
Still, he plays the part
of the loser to perfection.
Flush.
I got the full house.
I got the queens over the aces.
Ahh, f***!
You know what?
- F*** you and your never-ending
string of boats, okay?
- Hey.
Well, my Uncle Les says when the
money's gone, it's time to move on,
so enjoy it,
you secret handshaking a**holes.
Murph! Hey, come back any time.
Your money's always good here.
- [Door Closes]
- Good night, Mike. See you next time.
You guys, uh,
wanna keep playing?
How'd we do?
Oh, beautiful.
F***in' a**holes,
they deserved it.
All right, $300,
that's your cut.
- Thank you very much, boys.
- Hey, you were great. Great.
- When can we do this again?
- No, no, it was a one-time thing for me.
- Just because.
- Forget it.
- Uh, two weeks.
- Two weeks? Okay. Okay.
- Hey, thanks a lot. Yeah.
- [Chuckles]
Hey, I had to try, right?
Bye.
Hey, how'd you know
I was coming back?
That's easy.
Who's your favorite actor?
Clint Eastwood. The Outlaw Josey Wales,
man. The Man with No Name.
for a friend.
[Worm] Hey, we made good time.
Wanna get breakfast?
[Mike] No, I gotta get home. If she
hasn't already changed the locks on me.
Just do me a favor.
Give me five minutes.
Get me
straightened out.
This may not look like Teddy's place,
but it ain't the Ivy Leagues either.
So don't f*** around.
You gotta play on your belly.
All right.
No problem.
Hey, you know I have no problem
with the way you help yourself,
but these guys
are fast company.
- They'll spot every move.
- Tough customers, huh?
- Yeah. I'm serious.
- All right.
- You won't just get
a finger up your spine.
- Okay, I hear ya.
- I'm playing straight.
- [Buzzes]
Michael McDermott.
- How you doin', Mikey?
- Good, how you doin'?
Good. You know, um,
the computer tried
to delete you last week.
- Oh, yeah?
- But I knew you'd be back.
Oh, no, I'm not back,
I just...
- It's good to see you.
- Good to see you, too.
Um, this is Les Murphy.
He's like my brother.
Call me Worm.
- [Phone Rings]
- Hey. Don't wiggle away.
Hey, what's she
wearing the button for?
They're wired right into the precinct.
They got 'em on the payroll.
- What are they playing?
- Uh, 20-40 forced rotation.
It's the only game going
right now.
Is that Fat Greggie sitting 20-40?
The game's that soft?
Yeah. It's a real live game.
So, you guys gonna play?
- No.
- Hell, yeah, I'm gonna play.
- Oh, come on, you're not
gonna walk away from this.
- Not gonna happen.
Mike, we could cut
this room up in an hour.
All right, run along, then.
Say hi to her for me.
- Me, too.
- I will. Take care of him.
Jesus. What a f***in' waste.
Do you believe that?
She's really got him by the balls.
- That's not so bad, is it?
- Depends on the grip.
- Come on, give me $2,000.
- On the finger?
You heard Mike.
He's good for it. Come on.
in half an hour, princess. Let's go.
Okay.
[Keys Jingling,
Door Opening]
Hey.
Reunion run a little late?
I was gonna call,
but I didn't want to wake you up.
It's okay.
I wasn't sleeping.
Well, why don't you change
and we'll get a cab.
Um, why don't you just go ahead,
and I'm gonna jump in the shower.
And if I miss a little bit
of the Mulligan meeting,
just cover for me, all right?
Hey.
At least give me a story.
You know, I mean...
I mean, tell me you were
out drinking till you threw up.
Tell me you were getting
lap dances over at Scores.
- I don't care, just give me something.
- I was entertaining Worm.
- Uh-huh.
- The least I can do for the guy.
- So, you were nowhere near a card game.
- Sweetie.
What?
I'm asking you a question.
- I'm just...
- No. I was nowhere near a card game.
All right?
All right.
I'll wait for you.
I mean, the key is a seamless
passing of the baton among the team.
I think the most important thing
is to be respectful to
the judges but not obsequious.
Now, wait a minute.
Make sure to be deferential.
Gene Marinacci won't buy
deferential.
Oh, it's Gene, is it?
Well, I knew there was a reason
why you were lead counsel,
and it's got nothing to do
with your punctuality.
Sorry.
I couldn't find a cab.
Anyway, when you make
the opening remarks, make sure
you stick to the fact pattern.
And use the right cites.
Use book cites, not Lexis.
Hi, Jo.
- Long time.
- Knish. How are you?
The same.
I don't mean to interrupt
you future magistrates and noblemen,
but l, uh,
I need a word.
- Um...
- It's important.
Okay. Excuse me.
Sorry.
- I'll act as lead counsel.
- It's all right, Kelly.
We were gonna
take a break anyway.
Coffee time.
The guy's a cheat.
He always has been.
Right now, he's over at Chesterfield's,
ruining your reputation...
he deals.
Sh*t. I told him.
Did anybody else see him?
Nobody saw... I heard it.
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