Snake Eyes Page #4

another shirt if I'm going on TV.

I don't wanna

look like this.

- Gotta be, you know,

classy like you, Lou. - Yeah.

And, uh... Yeah.

Here's your hundred back.

All bets are off.

Secretary of defence

gets his head blown off...

...and you want to look

at the knockout punch.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Back up.

Stop.

How many cameras

do you have on it?

- I got four.

- All right. Let me see 'em all.

I'll be damned.

Air ball. What kind

of a Sea Devil is that?

Oh, God. What did you

get yourself into?

Look here. Mr Tyler, he ain't

in the mood to talk to nobody.

You see where your hand is?

That's a felony.

Give me a "C"!

Give me an "H"!

Give me an "A-M-P"!

What's that spell?

Everybody! Champ.

Lincoln, how ya doin'?

Good to see you again, eh.

- What, am I supposed to know you?

- Rick Santoro.

Neptune High.

Fellow Sea Devil. Class of '80.

- I don't remember you.

- Come on. You must have seen me play.

My hair was long then,

but whose wasn't, right?

- Mr Santoro.

- Detective. Detective Santoro.

Now, I know it might be

a bad time...

...but could I get you to sign

an autograph for my son?

He thinks you're the greatest,

just the greatest.

"To Mikey."

I bet if you saw my graduation picture,

the face would ring a bell.

Look, I don't

know you, okay?

Lincoln, you hurt my feelings,

and after I dropped ten grand on you.

You know what? I think it

would show more respect...

...if you address my client

as Mr Tyler.

I'll call him Mr "T"! The night

he beat Rocky Balboa, if he wants.

He's a bad pony.

I don't have to tell you, right?

Yeah. Yeah, I saw Jimmy George.

You know, the bookie.

He was coming out of here

before the fight.

How much did you lose?

Or did you win? Know what I mean?

- Wasn't his night...

- I'll say.

Hey, look. The guy was a great fighter.

He fought very furiously.

You know, you've never been

knocked out your whole career.

I mean, ever! Since your first

Golden Gloves in what, '82?

I'd know.

I've seen all your fights.

What with us both being from the same

school and both being Sea Devils and all.

The man head-butted me, and

I don't remember anything after that.

Excuse me, Lincoln. Would you drink

a glass of water or something?

You're lying so much, your mouth

dried up, and you're making that

funny... That smacking sound.

Let me remind you

who you're talking to, hot shot.

Lincoln Tyler

is a significant public figure.

He's a goddam pillar

of this community.

Let's keep that in mind, or this little

interview that we're having here is over.

- Look, the guy... The secretary...

he's dead, isn't he? - Lincoln, Lincoln.

- If you have a question,

let me ask it for you. - Look, Mickey!

I just want to know

if the guy is dead.

Is he dead?

Um, the smart money

ain't on him.

That's it. That is it.

Do you know who you reminded me

of out there? Sonny Liston!

Remember in '65, they said,

"Hey, Sonny, don't take any chances.

"Ali almost killed you

the first time.

Take the payday.

First punch, you go down."

Flop. Splat.

That's you!

- That's you!

- Detective, either arrest him or leave.

What would I arrest him for?

What would I arrest you for?

- Getting up too quick?

- What?

What? Come on.

I saw you, and you saw me.

Don't pretend like you don't

know who I am, girlie man.

You wanted it

to look like a knockout...

...but when you heard the gunshots,

your eyes were open in half a second.

Totally understandable reaction, but it

ruined the performance, don't you think?

What the hell do you want?

The man knocked me out!

I looked at the fight tape,

Lincoln! Yeah!

It was a phantom punch!

A little bad Hollywood acting...

...but the athletic commission

might find it interesting.

And a second after you go down,

an assassin fires.

Well, that's some coincidence! I guess they

don't call you the "Executioner" for nothing!

And you sign my kid's

autograph!

All right, that's it.

Everybody get out.

- Listen to me. This guy's a snake.

- Mickey!

What don't you understand about this?

Get the hell outta here!

Go on, get out!

His name?

Michael Santoro.

This is a crime scene.

In order to exit the arena,

we must see an authentic picture l.D.

If you cannot produce one,

you must step to the left...

...where the officer

will take your photograph...

...and record your name

and address.

I'll say this one more time.

No one, with no exceptions...

...will be allowed to exit the arena

until your identity has been recorded.

Everyone's cooperation

will be greatly appreciated.

Watch your step.

Hey, hey, hey! I said

no press in the arena, goddam it!

Move to the right.

Clear the way.

That punk fights like a b*tch.

He got no snap in his punches. He swings

with his arm, no shoulder muscles.

You threw the fight.

If I say yes, can we

cut some kind of deal?

You don't need a deal.

I'm not gonna say anything to anybody.

You pay me back

the ten grand I lost...

...plus $500 for shaming the ring,

and I forgive you.

What'd you do it for?

You can't need the money.

You gotta be worth millions.

- They didn't tell me

they were gonna kill somebody. - Who?

Who didn't tell you?

Look, man. See,

you just don't understand.

I just gave away the one thing

I know that makes me me.

The heavyweight championship.

Now that I don't

even have that...

I don't even know

who I am any more.

What did they have on you?

- Get 'em outta here, Cyrus.

- Oh, yo! Pay-per-view, huh?

Oh, man, great shot, buddy. Yeah,

great shot. Great shot. Terrific.

Come on,

take a hike, okay?

- This is so good.

- There's cameras everywhere, for Christ's sake.

What about if the guy from the commission

comes in here, he wants to check your gloves.

What are you gonna do, retire

and live on your savings, huh?

What savings? You gotta have this

freak show here tonight of all nights.

- Mickey, Mickey, Mickey.

Come here, Mickey! - Forget about it, Cyrus.

- Come on!

- I did not go to law school for this.

- Mickey, I can't...

- What? Keep your shirt on, Cyrus.

Come on, Mickey.

I'm trying to do this here.

- Four, right?

- No, no, no, no.

- Four, Mickey!

- I said three. The deal was three.

- Four!

- Hey, Mick.

- What do you want?

- Just a second. Give me 35.

- I got a quick question.

- Take a hike.

- Come on, man!

- I'm gonna get you later. Get outta here.

I'm gettin' a lot of bets... Very large

bets against Lincoln, that is.

I'm just wondering

what the f*** is going on.

- Would you please lower your voice?

- Okay, look, I'm sorry.

It's just everybody knows

Lincoln likes the action, right?

I mean, what I'm saying is Lincoln likes to

gamble, right? It's not exactly a secret.

Never on boxing. I've been through

all this sh*t with the commission.

- I do not have to explain it to you.

- I know about the commission.

- Never on boxing.

- You're right. Yeah, that's right, okay?

He's in pretty heavy at some

of the casinos, isn't he?

And some people are saying that maybe

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