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the minute my debt got bought

and they offer me this trip.

Come on.

Been around gambling all my life,

and that would be a miracle.

And miracles don't happen.

So you know Block owns the debt.

Yeah.

And I know that's worse

than any wise guys walking the boardwalk

because it isn't just me

that he's got under his hammer.

Yeah, I know.

Apparently this sh*t runs in the family.

It doesn't have to.

I just don't want to see you

making the same mistakes I made.

Going after this bullshit.

Chasing the action.

Come on, don't let them use me

to keep you here.

Go. Run.

Run, for Christ's sake. Just run.

Go back. Go back to school.

I mean...

I've been a dead man walking

for the last 15 years.

Dad, try and sit tight.

I'll figure a way to get

us both out of this.

No, no, no. Come on.

After all these years,

you're still worrying about me?

You're my dad.

That's your mother talking.

She raised you right, I guess.

Payoffs are how the casino business

in Costa Rica works.

It's why this government

doesn't shut Block down.

But now it's time for me to buy

some goodwill of my own.

Yeah?

Richie, it's me.

Agent Shavers was right about everything.

We should have left.

Shavers? You said

he didn't even approach you.

Listen, after the players 'accounts,

I found something else.

It's a way bigger scam than I thought.

We're screwed, man.

Cronin, slow the f*** down.

- What are you trying to tell me?

- Just come see me.

I gotta show you in person.

Hey, Richie. Where you going, babe?

- Going home.

- Yeah?

Why don't you do that later?

Come take a ride with me.

Wilson.

Where are we going?

Don't worry about it. Enjoy the ride, man.

So neither of you guys are

gonna tell me what the f*** we're doing?

Get off the boat. Come on.

Richie!

How you doing, bud?

Fellas.

Hey. Richie, remember, um,

that whole thing

I was telling you about the indians?

Not the casino thing,

but the respecting what you kill.

Or whatever that hokum sh*t was.

All right, here's the deal with this.

The over-under is 90 seconds.

Bet is $10,000.

Do I pay you guys enough

to jump in on 10 grand?

Yeah, I take the over. How's that?

What the f*** you talking about?

It's so f***ing dark,

it's gonna be two minutes

before they even get the f***ing scent.

I brought two idiots

to Latin America, Richie.

It's like sand to the beach,

but what are you gonna do?

What the f*** is this?

This is where the Rio Tarcoles lets out.

Ivan...

Your problem is with me, let him go.

Hey, Herrera,

if you hadn't acted like an a**hole,

you wouldn't be on your knees right now.

So don't try to be noble.

Basically, this place is to crocodiles

what Goldman Sachs

is to pricks with skinny ties.

There's just a f***ing ton of them.

Cruise ships come down here,

they dump off their edible waste,

the crocs have learned to swim downriver

and they know to bite

whatever jumps in the water.

This sh*t

is chicken fat.

I don't know why, but for some reason

these f***ers really like poultry.

All right, go ahead.

All right, ready? Ready to fire it up?

Wilson, keep the clock. Here we go.

One, two...

F***ing Christ, Ivan!

Swim!

What do you want?!

You scared the sh*t out of them.

Can we f***ing pull them back in?

Hold on. Shh, shh.

Do you hear them?

I'm f***ing talking to you, motherf***er!

Ivan!

We got f***ing money on this, dude. Chill.

You've scared the sh*t out of them.

Why don't you just pull them back in?

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Dude...

I'm doing this for you, man.

80 seconds.

Would you just pull them in?

What do you need?

10 dimes. 90 seconds.

Jesus Christ!

F***ing bullshit local legend, I guess.

Give me the f***ing thing.

- All right, calm down.

- F*** me.

It's just a little fun, that's all.

Come here. Hey, come here!

Oh, sh*t!

Now they f***ing come!

Do something!

I got it.

Are you all right?

I'm not getting them out. You get them out.

Pull them in.

Holy f***, man. Come on.

Let's go.

What are the odds? I was kidding around.

I didn't really think

crocodiles would come.

We just got lucky, I guess.

Are you all right, Richie?

You seem a little worked up,

a little sweaty.

Is it the hot night or...

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

Okay, good.

Terrific.

All right, clean them up.

Let's get them out of here.

Good luck. Hey, how did that horse do?

Ojo Rojo.

I'm f***ing with you.

I know this isn't a good time.

All right, let's go. Let's go.

See you soon, Richie.

Cronin?

Andrew?

Cronin.

F***, man.

What's happened?

Did Block send you?

No, he didn't send me.

Something's happened to Cronin.

He was cooperating with the Feds.

But you knew that already, didn't you?

- I didn't.

- Bullshit.

Let me ask you a question.

When I talk to you, am I talking to Block?

- Not anymore.

- I wish I could believe that.

You can. You can trust...

No, I can't trust you.

I did trust you!

I didn't know that he was going to use you.

Stop f***ing lying to me!

Ivan is set to pull out

of this place in a week.

We're moving to Antigua.

And?

And he's looking

to hang things on someone.

A mark.

Me.

And when he's gone,

all of those people that we've crossed,

they're gonna come looking for you.

How long have you known this?

I started wondering after two years.

By the third year,

when we left the Caymans,

I knew for sure that he was stealing.

But by that point I was too far in.

I'd signed a contract,

there was a paper trail.

That's what Ivan does to you.

He figures out exactly what you want

and he gives it to you.

I'm sorry.

I hope so.

Because what I have to do

to get out of this,

I can't do it alone.

The payoff merry-go-round

has to keep spinning.

And I need operating cash

to buy my way out.

So it's less for them and more for me.

I'm just hoping I'll be gone

before the hammer comes down.

Boys.

Gotta love this country.

Yesterday you wanted to kill me

and today we're like brothers.

We are not f***ing brothers.

I need to talk to Herrera.

He's gone, he left the

country early this morning.

Then we need to talk.

Esteban?

Esteban!

Where is he?

I put together a savings account

for this guy, El Capitan.

Yeah, that's his real name.

Is this gonna work?

I guess we'll see.

Where the f*** is Cronin?

You tell me.

I thought he was working for you guys.

You don't understand cooperation, do you?

You're supposed

to keep me posted on Block.

- Circumstances have changed.

- What's changed?

Block has my father.

Well, if you had told us,

we could have kept him safe.

But you didn't. So where

the hell is Cronin?

I'm on the phone with him

and the next thing I know

he f***ing disappears!

Sh*t.

You know what?

You guys are so full of sh*t.

You blackmail me!

You beat the sh*t out of me!

You say you can protect me,

protect my father.

You can't even protect

the only source you had!

F*** both of you. I'm done.

You're going to f***ing help us!

You understand me?

I'm not doing sh*t!

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