Saint John of Las Vegas Page #5
You gotta be lucky.
Luck-y!
Are you lucky?
That's a dumb question.
I know you are.
I can feel you.
No, not like that.
I mean,
you feel lucky.
It feels lucky
in here.
Whoo! Heh heh.
But it is hot.
Does that bother you...
that they keep it
hot in here?
I mean, maybe it's
good for the food,
keeps it fresh.
Although, you'd think
it'd be better cold
for freshness.
Fresh... ness.
[# Los Difuntos:
Dirge][Gunshot]
OPERATOR:
911.JOHN:
Vegas Scrap & Tow.They shot my friend.
Are you hurt, sir?
No, I don't think so.
Where are you?
Uh, westbound on 215,
on the side of the road.
Okay, I authorize
payment.
I just can't
believe it.
Yes, I see. You've
finally submitted one.
Don't take that tone
with me.
Mr. Townsend.
It's Virgil.
This isn't funny.
[Dialing]
[Ringing]
JILL:
TownsendInsurance, LLC.
May I have your
claim number, please?
Jill.
Johnny.
They shot Virgil.
Who shot Virgil?
Lucypher.
He owns the junkyard.
Just now? Yeah, like ten minutes ago.
Johnny, Mr. Townsend's
on the phone
with Virgil right now.
What? He's alive?
Yeah.
Mr. Townsend's yelling.
Poor Virgil.
He's on the phone
with Virgil right now?
Mr. Townsend is not happy
about paying.
I mean,
it's like $200,000.
[Phone beeps]
Hold on.
I gotta take this call.
Oh, I can't be
in Mr. Townsend's office,
but you can hang up with me
the first chance...
[Beep]
Hello?
OPERATOR:
Yes, hello.John Alig... hairy?
Yeah.
Yes, Mr. Alig-hairy,
we have a police car
at Vegas Scrap & Tow,
and there's no sign
of violence.
Mr. Alig-hairy,
are you aware
that it is against the law
to falsely report a crime?
Where are you now, sir?
I'm in...
Las Vegas.
No, no. Wait, wait.
I take him
to his wife's house.
He's bleeding 'cause he's
fallen down so many times.
And his wife was, like,
"Well, thank you.
But where's
his wheelchair?"
[Laughing]
Yeah.
All right, man.
Take it easy.
Y'all be good. Thank you. Sure.
VIRGIL:
Yo, yo!Hey. But she was
pretty fine.
I could've spent
the night!
[Door opens]
JOHN:
Jesus!What the f***
is going on?!
They shot you!
John!
Chill.
[Sighs]
I told you.
The first step
to fraud detection
is admitting
that you're a fraud.
That's bullshit.
Regardless of what
you think you saw,
a woman
had an accident.
Her policy stipulated
she was due compensation.
The insurance adjusters
found no fraud,
so they paid the claim.
They paid...
You.
They paid you.
Don't worry, though.
I told Mr. Townsend
you were top-notch.
You'll get your
Adjuster Level 6.
The petty cash
in the glove box?
That's yours.
About 1,000 bucks.
No. I refuse to be
a party to this.
Oh, you're a party,
all right.
You had sex with Jill...
Townsend's girl...
in the women's bathroom,
handicapped stall.
You picked the wrong guy
to mess with.
No, no. Actually...
I picked the guy
who runs away.
Welcome to Fraud.
[Sighs]
It has been
one hell of a ride.
MAN:
Sir?So, you want
1,000 tickets?
Heh. That's $1,000.
That's $1,000.
Actually, it's $1,089.
You want it all?
Yeah. Why not?
Let's do it.
No, okay.
Just 1,000.
1,000 it is.
[Machine beeping]
You know what? Um...
make it 800.
Ooh, yeah. I already
punched it in.
Sorry about that.
Cool.
[Receipt printing]
[Printing continues]
[Printing stops]
Whoo!
Well, I don't see
any winners.
Oh?
MANAGER:
Yeah. No,they put these little stars
next to
the winning numbers.
But if you want...
Oh, do you still
want to go out?
[Gargling]
My name is John...
and I am not lucky.
For the first time,
I'm living the life
I'm living.
And it's all right.
[Honks horn]
I'd like to think
Virgil did the whole scam
just to show me that.
But he probably
did it for the money.
Who knows?
If he hadn't hit me
with the board,
I might've wanted
a piece of the action.
Maybe that's why
he hit me.
JILL:
Knock, knock.Oh.
Perfect.
So...
you want to play
a game?
I'm kind of tired.
Ta-da.
I stopped playing those.
I know. But look...
it's a new one.
Thanks, no. I...
It's called
"Have a Nice Day".
I had to get it.
And it's
a big prize, too,
if you get "Have",
"A", "Nice", and "Day"
under the smiley faces.
Go ahead. Scratch it.
I'll do it.
[Gasps]
"Have".
How are we doing?
Pretty good.
Ha!
Here,
let me scratch one.
John. John.
Jill?
Do you love me?
You know I love you.
No matter what?
Now you're scaring me.
If we win
a lot of money...
a lot...
and I blow it all...
will you stay with me?
Well, first of all,
I bought this card,
so technically,
I'm letting you
scratch it off.
But even if we win,
you wouldn't blow it.
I mean, assuming
we get married,
I would keep
the money in my name,
and I would give you,
like, an allowance.
And you could do
whatever you want
with the allowance.
So, stop f***ing around
and scratch the happy face!
You're cute.
JOHN:
They sayyou make your own luck.
But I don't need luck
anymore.
Which makes me...
the luckiest guy
in the world.
SONYA SPENCE:
# I don't know why #
# I love you so #
# No, I don't know why #
# I love you so #
# You have nothing
to give me #
# But that doesn't matter #
# Long as I have you
close by #
# It's all
I'll ever want #
# 'Cause, baby #
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# I need you so #
# No, I don't know why #
# I want you so #
# You make me happy #
# When I'm feeling blue #
# You're all I cling to #
# You make me feel
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# And, baby #
# Baby, that's why #
# I love you so #
# Believe me #
# Darling, that's why #
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# Ooh #
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# I love you so #
# Ooh #
# Baby, that's why #
# I love you so #
# I know that's why #
# I love you so #
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