The Gambler Page #6

Who says?

I do.

I want you to stop

looking concerned, okay?

And I want you to shake my hand.

And you know the kind

of f***ing man I am.

Don't lie to yourself. I don't.

What happened?

Nothing happened.

You're not getting it, okay? Just...

If I come to your door,

then I'll have made it,

and everything will start to be all right.

If I don't, then I didn't f***ing make it!

And what you do with the dead

is bury them, that's it!

You really hate yourself that much?

Hold out your hand and say goodbye.

Please.

Please?

It's really f***ing easy

to be passionate about

Robert f***ing Greene!

One, two, three, four.

What happened to your face, man?

A little while ago

you came to me for advice

about turning pro.

I know it's about your knee.

I know you have a feeling

you have to put money in the bank.

So...

I was wondering if you'd like

to make $150,000 in two hours.

Depends on what you have in mind.

Throwing a game.

You can't win tomorrow

by more than seven points.

That's not throwing a game.

That's winning by less than eight.

Who wants me to do it?

What they got on you?

Doesn't matter.

Man, they f***ed you up.

But they ain't need to f*** you up.

No, I needed it.

And they'll f*** you up

if you need it, too.

You gotta deliver.

I'm asking because I know you need it.

It's up to you. It's your call.

I do this, I get you out of trouble?

No.

Hey.

Where did a teacher like you

get that kind of money?

He's not there yet,

Percussion's in front,

but Kaleidoscopio continues to gain.

Percussion...

Here comes Kaleidoscopio!

And he did it! No one can believe it!

Well, they f***ing weren't

supposed to, were they?

That was the point.

Sit down.

You drink?

I don't remember if you drink.

Of course, there's drink, and drink.

I drink. But I haven't been drunk

since Reagan was president.

I got a DUI, and in jail

I actually fell down and pissed my pants.

You don't need to do that twice.

I tell you this so you'll know

everybody's been there.

Everybody's been there.

Once.

If you're there twice,

having been there once, I can't help you.

You know,

I listen to the drunks

and it's like

you're listening to a fairy story

about a fight with a f***ing monster

when the actual title of the story is

"I Can't Handle My Liquor"

by Mr Crybaby.

- Amen.

- I don't know,

maybe they got a problem,

but f*** 'em if they do, 'cause I don't.

Which leads me to ask,

are you pulling this sh*t

just now, or forever?

I mean, do you have a problem,

"Waah-waah-waah,"

like some little f***ing girl, or

some Somali who can't process that

there's no food where they live?

Or are you just f***ed up temporarily

'cause you're temporarily

f***ing stupid?

Are you long business

or short business?

What's the difference?

I need to know

if you got the f***ing brains

to walk when it's time to walk.

People don't, you know.

Ballplayers who can't play any more.

A**holes trying to maintain

a standard of living

not possible any more...

A lot of those around.

I've seen you be

half a million dollars up.

I've been up

two and a half million dollars.

What do you got on you?

Nothing.

What did you put away?

Nothing.

You get up

two and a half million dollars,

any a**hole in the world

knows what to do.

You get a house with a 25-year roof,

an indestructible Jap economy shitbox,

you put the rest into the system

at 3%-to-5% to pay your taxes,

and that's your base, get me?

That's your

Fortress of F***ing Solitude.

That puts you for the rest of your life

at a level of "f*** you."

Somebody wants you to

do something? "F*** you."

Boss pisses you off? "F*** you!"

Own your house,

have a couple bucks in the bank,

don't drink.

That's all I have to say to

anybody at any social level.

Did your grandfather take risks?

Yes.

I guarantee he did it

from a position of f*** you.

A wise man's life

is based around f*** you.

The United States of America

is based on f*** you.

You're a king? You have an army?

Greatest navy in the history

of the world?

"F*** you, blow me!

We'll f*** it up ourselves."

Which we have done.

Beautiful "f*** you" position lost forever.

King George III looks like

a f***ing birthday present.

This is the grandson of

the 17th richest man in California.

Does he drink?

What he wants is money.

Because he doesn't know

when to say, "That's it,

"I'm two million ahead.

F*** it. F*** you.

"I have a car and a house and a family,

"and it's all paid for, f*** you."

I mean, even I did that.

Of course, it's out by Pearblossom.

I'll have a beer, just like

anybody else, thank you.

- What kind?

- Any kind.

We got 37 beers.

Don't f***ing put it on me.

But he did put it on you, miss!

You still owe large

two places you shouldn't.

Why do you want door number three?

How else do I get out?

Time payments. Sell your sperm.

Sell your ass.

How the f*** should I know?

I am of the universe,

and you know what it's worth.

It's worth plenty.

If I give you this money

and you don't pay me back,

there are no rules.

You never get to say

f*** you to anybody ever.

You will get me not just what

you owe me from your family,

you will get me their accounts

so I can have them

vacuumed from Russia.

You jump off a bridge,

you can do it knowing

I will kill your entire bloodline.

Do you understand

the gravity of your situation?

I understand.

You get up, you get out.

$260,000 as requested.

What's this?

This much money, what's a car?

What do you want to

be able to say to me?

F*** you.

You have my money?

I don't have any money.

I want you to stake me.

Stake me, and I'll get your money.

Why did you see Frank?

I didn't.

Now f***ing stake me.

Please, tell me you hit your wife

harder than that, you f***ing p*ssy.

You got to give me

$150-f***ing-thousand.

What can I do with you?

Stake me.

F***ing stake me!

Hey, Lamar, let's go, come on!

All right, ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to tonight's

semi-final conference game!

Put your hands together for your

Wildcats!

The Wildcats come into tonight's game

favourites against the Bulldogs,

of course, led by

All-American Lamar Allen.

Let's go, Wildcats, let's go!

And as we know, as goes

the play of Lamar Allen

goes the play of the Wildcats.

You're talking first team All-American.

That's the kind of season

Lamar Allen has had.

I expect big things

from this young man tonight.

Let's jump on 'em hard

in the first five minutes!

Defence, let's smother 'em.

No second chances, okay?

Let's go, "Wildcats" on three.

One, two, three.

Wildcats!

Revenge on the minds and

tonight the Wildcats looking to show

the dominance they've had

all season long

led by that man right there.

That's my boy. Yeah, Lamar!

- That's your boy?

- That's money, baby!

- That's the kid?

- That's the kid

I'm talking about right there.

He knows what he got to do.

The kid is nice!

The kid is nice! The kid is nice!

All right. All right now. All right.

Lamar Allen with a left-handed slam!

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