The Cooler Page #7

your face. I walk...

up there, I'd want

to shoot myself.

I suppose you'd like

that freak show, huh, Harvard?

Yeah, I do.

It brings people downtown into...

the casino. That is

good for business.

Oof!

- Hey!

You lay another finger on her,

I swear to God, I'll kill you.

Are you listening to me?

I will f***ing kill you.

Why, Shelly?

How could you do that

to her?

Because I never let go

of a good thing, Bernie,

and you are a very, very

good thing.

The best cooler there ever was

and I need him back.

He ain't never coming back.

That is a dead man talking.

Shelly...

I'm done with this joint,

Natalie and me.

We are out of here.

I'll get a job out in the world.

I'll send you half

my paycheck every month.

I'll make good on

my commitment.

Bernie, if you bail on me,

they're gonna throw

your f***ing ass...

off the roof of this building...

snatch the broad,

and throw her...

right the f*** on top of you.

I don't think so,

'cause if you whack me,

then Bernie Lootz

ain't the biggest...

loser in the world no more.

That honor is gonna rest

upon you, Shelly.

And maybe you

had it all along.

I'm the loser?

What do you got,

other than this joint?

What more do I need?

- You got nothing.

This place-- your legacy,

it's a mirage.

You turn your back,

it don't even exist.

There's no night,

there's no day,

it's just one big f***ing blur

and it don't count for nothing.

You believe this f***ing guy?

I feel sorry for you,

Shelly.

You're the worst kind

of gambler there is,

too scared to throw

his chips on the table.

Too scared to extend

any real kind of friendship.

Always scared he's gonna

end up out in the desert.

Well, sweet

f***ing dreams pal.

I'm out.

If that's where it ends,

that's where it ends.

Jesus Christ, that's

such a f***ing...

touching speech, Bernie.

All that Jimmy Stewart bullshit,

I got such a lump in my throat,

I can't tell you.

But it doesn't change a thing.

If you don't make

good on my 150 G's,

I'm gonna close

the books on you.

You and the broad.

You leave me no choice.

Change only.

Change.

$3,000.

Yo, 11, pay the line.

Winner, seven.

Six easy. Easy way six.

Winner. Front line.

Hey, Shelly,

take a look at number four.

Winner.

Okay, folks, we're

coming out now.

Hold bets, curb checks,

C&E is 11.

Come on, man,

make me some money.

Winner, seven.

What the f*** is

going on here?

Where have you been?

Not now.

Bullshit. Shut him

down right now.

Shut him down or I will.

- Not here.

Come take a walk with me.

What is your interest

in this, Shelly?

Because you know what I see?

I see your guy taking

us to the f***ing...

cleaners, and I'll

tell you one thing.

He's not leaving here

with a f***ing dime.

Now listen to me,

you little Harvard turd.

Lootz is all right,

so he's walking out of here...

with everything he's

got coming to him.

If you so much as touch...

one f***ing hair on

his f***ing head,

I'm gonna f***ing

wallpaper this f***ing...

bathroom with

your f***ing ass,

do you understand me?

Muted tones, isn't

that what you said?

Huh? I can't hear you.

Wait, wait a minute.

There it is.

Blended in, at a subsonic level,

like some kind of mantra,

'Pain, pain, pain.'

Please...

Come on, come on.

Big roll. Big roll, buddy.

Here we go, here we go.

He must be up over 100 grand!

Gray craps, line away.

Here we go.

Okay.

Hit it again. Come on.

Come on now. Come on.

What the f***? Not all of it!

$80,000.

On the field?

Is he f***ing crazy?

Don't do it.

Thank you, God.

Thank you, God.

Thank you, God.

It's all right, right?

You guys worked it out...

and he took the money?

It's okay, right?

You want me to

get that, Shelly?

Bernie?

Can you tell me

what happened?

Yeah. Yeah.

Why-- why are we stopping,

Bernie?

I think-- I think--

Oh, God damn.

What the f*** happened

in there?

What? What?

What!

- Look. Look.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Natalie, I won. I won.

- Oh, my God!

How much! ? How much! ?

- A lot.

Bahamas, here we come.

Step out of the car, please.

What's the problem, Officer?

Step out of the

car, both of you.

Officer, my driving, it--

I'm sorry if we were driving

a little fast, we're a bit excited.

We won a shitload of money

at the Shangri-La.

You didn't win nothing.

Now both of you, turn around.

Get down on your knees.

Now.

Jesus Christ, Bern,

Jesus Christ.

The kid just wants

you should know, Shelly,

he's just protecting

our investment...

...the old-school way.

I'll see you around,

my friend.

I knew it was too good

to be true.

Who were we kidding?

It's a drunk driver.

This is just--

this is just freaky luck.

It was freaky accident.

Gentlemen, I want to thank you

for your vote of confidence.

As the new director

of casino operations,

I want to make a

personal guarantee...

to each and every one of you...

that your investment in the Golden

Shangri-La will be well looked after.

The future looks very bright,

gentlemen.

Very, very bright.

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