Rounders Page #9

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- Mike. Hey, hey, come on, come on, come on, come on.

I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry about the money.

I should've told you. It's just...

What do you want me to say? It's f***ing embarrassing,

right? l, like, just get out, I'm in a big f***ing hole.

I need something to get goin'. I gotta get started.

- And?

- Well, I'm not gonna lie, there's been some reversals.

- Some reversals..., how much money do you have?

- Nine hundred. I mean, I caught a frozen wave of cards

like you f***ing read about.

- You gotta be kidding me! I think I'm getting you outta

hawk, I find out I'm seven grand in.

- I know, man. I... I was really... I was really up big.

I was... I was cruising along, I tried to beat that blackjack

game over the Horseshoe Club in Brooklyn.

- That place is a mitt joint!

- I know. It was, like, ouch. I'm so stupid.

I got so good with this I thought I could neutralize 'em.

- Ah, you're really jamming me up here, man.

Seven grand!

- I know.

- That's it. I can't go any deeper than that.

You're off the tip.

- I understand. That's okay.

- And you gotta go talk to Grama. You gotta square

things away with Grama.

- Oh, come on, no way, Mike. I'm not talking to that

f***ing Judas.

- You think there's any other way?

[Mike Narrating] I know all

the reasons I shouldn't be here,

but sometimes

reasons don't matter.

You see, no one's

ever stood up for Worm.

The guy's been kicked around

his whole life, from his father on down.

Maybe he's not the same guy

he was when he went away,

but I can't give up on him

that easy.

I'm all he's got.

Oh, what the hell.

- Hi, boys.

- Hi.

You cops?

You look like cops.

- We're not cops.

- You wanna twirl then?

No, no, we're just here

to see Grama.

Jesus.

- You sure about this?

I got a bad feeling.

- That's all right. Just...

Just let me do

the talking, all right?

[Mike]

Hey, Grama.

- Long time.

- Mike.

Hey, Worm. It's good you came.

That's real smart thinking.

So, did you bring him along

to help carry all my money?

Uh, there's no money today.

No money?

There's gotta be some money.

Come on. Get outta here.

He's not kidding.

I got nothing.

You owe 25. I'll take

the rest in five days.

- Five grand in a week,

and you keep the juice going...

- Shh. Quiet.

- [Dog Growling]

- You gotta catch 'em in the act.

[Dog Growling]

- [Whimpering, Thud]

- Get in your hole, you b*tch!

- Christ.

- F***ing dog.

You can't let 'em get away with it

or else they think they run the place.

- [Sighs] So, where were we?

- Five grand.

In a week. Grama, we want what

you want. We wanna square this thing.

But three days... three days

is impossible. All right?

No one's saying you're not the man. Just

think of this as a business decision.

Look, he just got out.

Let's put him on a plan.

No, no, no, no, no.

This isn't The Money Store.

We're not negotiating here.

I tell you how it works.

Well, then, I'm asking.

So, you're looking for a

little grace, Lester, some charity?

You know what, Grama?

I need your f***ing charity

like I need your cock in my ass.

- Shut the f*** up!

- It's too late for him to shut up.

- Hey, listen! He's good for it.

- He's good for it, Mike?

If you think he's good for it,

it's on you too.

Then it's on me too.

- Fifteen large, five days,

or I start breaking things.

- I hear ya.

Get the f*** outta here.

Piece of sh*t.

Now, what the hell

are you doing?

I'm not gonna get down on my knees

for that jerk-off.

All I said is just keep

your mouth shut for five seconds.

- Sh*t. I'm sorry.

- Goddamn it.

That's it.

I'm really sunk now.

No, 15 grand in five days.

I can do that. I've gone

on rushes like that before.

Ah, under optimum conditions

with a bankroll, maybe.

- But what have you got on you?

- Got, like, 350.

Ah, that's 1,200 between us.

We might as well play the f***ing Lotto.

No, man, no. Listen. Find the games,

scout 'em out, I sit, I mop 'em up.

You know, we might have

a shot at this...

if we sat together

and just did our thing.

I'm not gonna do that.

I'm gonna do this straight up.

- Oh, f***, man.

- I mean it.

- Well, where do you wanna start?

- There's a 30-60 at the Chesterfield.

Come on, listen... there's the 4:00 a.m.

in Woodside. There's the Greeks.

All right, there's

a union game in Jersey.

- I know a guy

whose cousin can get us in.

- All right.

- There's four.

- There's a cigar shop in Brooklyn.

- It's like an easy clean.

- There's a golf pro game

in Riverdale. That's six.

- You sure you're up for this?

- I'm f***ing up for this.

An 80.

I bet the full amount.

The full amount, huh?

Well, let me look at you here.

Nope. You didn't do it this time.

I'm gonna raise you.

- [Woman] I don't know.

- [Man] The bet's 50.

[Woman]

I kinda like this robusto.

A nice, nutty finish.

I love the Cameroon wrapper

on this baby. Nice and oily.

I'll call.

What do you got?

I have what's

known as the wheel.

It's got earthy tones, a smooth draw,

enough kick to win me the Hi and the Lo.

Call.

- Trip aces.

- L... I only got a pair.

- Jacks.

- What did you think he had?

Does he look like a man

beaten by jacks?

Jacks are a monster compared

to the crap you play, Taki.

- Ah, f*** you. F*** you.

- F*** me? F*** you!

[Man]

It's only money. I bet.

[Mike]

Then let's get some in there.

- Make it five.

- You're raising me 300, kid?

I call your 300.

- How much is in there, Weitz?

- About 1,500. 1,500.

[Man]

Here's a thousand. There's 500.

I bet you

the pot limit, kiddo.

[Weitz]

Are you sure on that, Goldie?

You might want to leave

a little something for

your daughter's riding lessons.

There's a lot more

where that came from, Weitz.

Take it down.

I got sh*t.

I bluffed the big ringer.

- [Laughing]

- [Worm] Let's go. Let's go.

Get up. Get off your ass.

We're done. Come on.

Anytime, anyplace, anywhere...

Oh, by the way, anybody.

Buy some real jewelry,

you f***ing cheap bastard.

Unbelievable.

- What were you doing in there?

- I didn't have it.

You didn't have it?

Since when you have to have it to

take a pot off a hump like that?

- A grade schooler would've

played back at that guy.

- I was waiting the guy out.

Eventually, he was going to bluff

at the wrong pot. I was gonna take him.

We don't have time.

That guy was papier-mache.

You gotta make strong moves.

The move was folding. I can't lose

what I don't put in the middle.

Oh, Jesus, you know what?

F*** all that 'cause we needed that pot.

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