Snake Eyes

Good evening, everyone...

...and welcome to a Powell Pay-Per-View

television event!

It's hard to believe,

but tonight's heavyweight fight...

...is the swan song for the grand

old Atlantic City Arena...

...the final event to be held

in this storied hall...

...before it is gutted

and completely renovated...

...as part of Gilbert Powell's

Millennium Hotel and Casino.

I'm eager to go ringside

along with 14,000 fight fans...

...who have braved

Hurricane Jezebel to...

Cut! Cut!

Anthea, they want you to call it

a tropical storm, not a hurricane.

But it is a hurricane.

Yeah, well, it's also

a holiday weekend...

...so will you please just call it

a tropical storm, please?

I love this town.

They even spin the weather.

All right, listen. We gotta go live

on this one, so don't screw it up.

And, Al, I think that's Powell going

in there with Secretary Kirkland.

Zoom in on them

during the intro.

- Anyway, why can't I do this from inside?

- All right, we're rolling.

- Why do I have to stand out here like a...

- Five, four, three...

- A weather bimbo?

- Two, one, go!

Good evening, everyone...

...and welcome to a Powell Pay-Per-View

television event.

Well, the lucky ones are already

inside at the fight...

...as the first taste

of Tropical Storm Jezebel...

Iashes the boardwalk outside

the grand old Atlantic City Arena.

It's hard to believe,

but tonight's heavyweight fight...

...is the swan song

for this storied hall.

The final event to be held here

before it is gutted...

What do we got?

Thirty, forty seconds?

Where's Janine?

My hair looks like sh*t?

I'm on TV?

I'm on TV?

Come on, for Christ's sake.

I'm on in 30 seconds. Will ya?

- I think people would vote for this face.

Don't you? - Yeah, blind people.

That's the only way

you get anywhere these days.

You gotta get your big,

fat smile all over the tube.

Hi. Rick Santoro.

Hello. Richard Santoro.

I'm Ricky!

- Hey, you down on the fight yet?

- Oh, sh*t. I forgot. You seen Jimmy George?

- Yeah, he's down in the tunnel.

- What tunnel? There's a million tunnels.

I don't know. The tunnel of love,

over by Tyler's dressing room.

- Here, lay 50 for me.

- On who?

- On who? On the bag of meat,

on who! On Tyler! - Wow! The whole 50?

- Oh, up yours, Mr High Roller...

- I mean, why don't you just shoot it all?

A hundred.

...for his work

with troubled youth...

...take on the challenger,

Jose Pacifico Ruiz...

- ...in a classic 12-round confrontation...

- Rolling in five...

- ...between a counterpuncher and a brawler.

- ...four, three, two, one.

Hello? Hey, baby.

How are you?

I was hoping it'd be you. Yeah.

Happy almost birthday.

Of course I'm still coming.

I'm gonna be there

when it turns midnight.

Oh, yes, yes, I'm bringing

something with me.

Uh, it's a surprise.

Well, if I told you, then...

That's right, baby.

No. No way.

I'm not gonna give you a hint.

No... Shameless.

Monique, you can't say that

on a cel phone.

Yummy. All right,

I will give you a hint.

I know you really want one, and

it's going to keep you very, very warm.

Uh, give me five secs.

I'll call you back.

- Hiya.

- Jimmy George, wait up a sec.

- Come on, Rick. I got people waiting for me.

- Hey, that's Tyler!

- What're you lookin' at?

- That's Tyler!

- Where d'you think you're goin'?

- The A.C. Executioner is standing

right in front of me.

- Were you talkin' to him?

- Hey, do I ask what you do at work?

No sh*t. The man bets on his

own fights. Now that's confidence.

- Come on, what do you want, Rick?

- What's up your ass?

- I'm havin' a bad day, okay?

- I want five large on Tyler.

- Five large? You got it on you? Let me see it.

- What are you, a bank now?

I gotta put up front for the privilege

of betting on a lousy fight?

Yes, you do. Take it or leave it,

because I don't need the aggravation...

Have I ever stiffed you

one time, Jimmy? Name one time.

No, no, you never stiffed me.

It's just that you take forever to pay.

- All right.

- Five grand. I'll see that a year

from next Christmas.

The guy is ten-to-one to win, all right?

I can't make any money if I lay less than that.

I got a very...

very important birthday.

I wanna buy one of those shorty

fur coats they got at the designer

shops over at Caesar's.

You know how overpriced

they are.

Listen, I missed the part

where any of this is my problem.

I made a promise, Jimmy.

I gave my word to someone.

- A man's word means nothing to you

in your profession? Please. - Come on.

Cash means something to me.

Words mean something to somebody else...

All right. Don't move.

I'll be right back.

- Cyrus!

- Hey. Hey! Hey!

Tyler! Tyler! Tyler!

Hey, hold it, pal.

Where do you think you're goin'?

- On the job, sport.

- Oh, sh*t. Sorry, sir.

- Uh, you need a hand?

- On, no, no. I got it.

- Sh*t!

- You kinda went the stupid way, didn't you, Cyrus?

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

I got a cut. I need a medic.

Medic. Medic.

Medic. Medic.

- Well, that's a start.

- What? Wh-Wh-What do you want?

- What do you think?

- No!

- Yes!

- Now, come on, this is not fair. Man, come on!

Call a cop.

- Hey!

- No! Get outta here, man!

You got the wrong attitude about all

of this, Cyrus. You gotta keep positive.

See, when we have these little visits,

I allow you, I permit you...

I give you the opportunity...

...to pay for all the extra

police work that you create.

Now, doesn't it feel nice

to contribute to society for a change?

Come on! Don't do that!

Oh, come on!

You got a bad attitude,

you hear, my friend?

What makes you think

you're better than me?

Friends, Cyrus.

Everybody loves Rick Santoro.

Jimmy George!

Tyler! Tyler! Tyler!

Three grand on Tyler.

This one's a little sticky...

- 2900. I don't want this one.

- Why?

- There's blood all over it.

- Well, aren't you delicate.

Tyler! Whoo! Neptune High, right?

Check it out, right here!

Go, Sea Devils!

You and me, Tyler! Yeah! Go, Tyler!

- Get lost.

- Go, Tyler! Go, Tyler! Go, Tyler! Go!

Go, Tyler! Go, Tyler!

Go, Tyler! Whoa!

Lincoln Tyler! Lincoln Tyler!

Lincoln! Ow!

- My lucky number seven.

- Gee, that's a new one, mister.

You are sunshine on a stormy day.

You should work in the casino.

- Oh, I'm gonna. I mean, I wanna.

- Yeah?

- This is just sort of temporary.

- Let me make a few phone calls.

- Would you?

- Yeah. Do you know how to deal blackjack?

- No.

- All right. Call me. I'm Rick.

- This goes straight

to my special phone line. -

- Bye, mister. Bye!

- Hello?

Oh, yeah. No, hi, babe.

No, I just had something

stuck in my throat.

Well, tell him to go to sleep.

I'll talk to him in the morning.

No, I can't.

That's why. All right, tell him I

love him and I'll... No, Angela, don't...

Hi, Mikey. I know.

No, I didn't forget.

I haven't seen him yet, but as soon

as I do, I'll ask him, all right?

All right. I love you too.

No, no, don't put Mommy...

Hi. I don't know. Late.

Later than that. Later than that.

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