The Gambler Page #4

- Vegas.

- Vegas?

- For a day.

Don't you think you better pay back

that money before you lose it?

I'm not gonna lose it.

I'm gonna gamble it.

Shoot 'em!

How do you like it, Tex?

Bet you won't keep that up

all night. Come on, any crap.

You won't fool us, boy.

The dice don't lie!

But neither do I!

What you say!

- Sh*t!

- Your hat for sale?

Is your hat for sale?

Just as soon as you throw a seven.

Heaven's gonna bring me seven.

Come on, seven!

Five.

There ain't seven

on this dice.

There's gonna be when

they're throwed this time.

Here you go, Little Joe.

All the way.

Those dice are gonna jump up

and bite you on the nose this time.

- Come on, seven.

- Here they come.

Bite him, dice!

Bite him, seven!

The dice don't lie!

Nine!

Vodka rocks, twist.

You hear any early scores?

- None. What games you need?

- Georgia Tech, Harvard, UCLA.

- You're pulling my leg.

- Never.

Those are three of my games.

I'm with you on every one. See?

Same line.

Tell you somethin' confidentially,

these are must-win games for me.

I got a wife who pisses away money

like it was branch water.

- Three for three.

- That a promise?

Straight from heaven.

Columbia and Cornell

tied at 36.

Harvard is having

an easy time with Brown, 38 to 24.

In the South, also at halftime,

Alabama leads LSU, 51 to 38.

Auburn is nine points

behind Georgia Tech, 49 to 40.

At this rate,

I might get back to even.

Don't you want

to hear the other score?

- I know the other score.

- All we got is some early leads.

Not leads, omens.

Isn't it romantic

Music in the night

A dream that can be heard

Isn't it romantic

Moving shadows write

the oldest magic words

I hear the breezes playing

In the trees above

While all the world

is singing

- You okay?

- Don't go yet.

Yes!

- How much money is there?

- Twelve thousand.

Isn't it romance

There's only one way to win,

my dear.

You gotta sting, spark,

table hop, finger pop...

feint, weave and blast.

The game is baccarat, folks,

where nine is the high number.

You can bet with the bank,

you can bet against it. Banker's.

The bank wins with a natural eight.

The bank is the winner.

Five hundred.

All set?

Players, two.

The bank, two.

One to the player.

You have seven to beat, banker.

The bank wins with eight.

- Eight over seven.

- Two thousand.

Cards, please.

Flyin' towards ya.

Player six to stand.

The bank wins

with a natural eight.

I guess this is

our lucky table.

It was.

Pass the shoe.

Card.

Hold it.

You're crazy.

But I'm blessed.

- Double it.

- You wanna double an 18, sir?

Yes.

Gimme the three.

That's it. It's over.

Where are you goin'?

Nowhere.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

Go back to bed.

You know,

I was here once before.

This friend of mine...

Eugene...

he rode wild bulls at the rodeo.

And every time he won

some prize money...

he'd run off to Las Vegas

to try his hand at blackjack.

One summer, he asked me

to come with him.

He bought me this gingham dress

for $ 100 in Spanish Town.

Said it'd bring him luck.

Did for a while too.

He had this buddy

of his who was a dealer.

He made $ 10,000 off of him

first two nights we were here.

Then, of course, his luck

started goin' bad.

Kept gettin' drunk.

And losin' a lot.

Yellin' at me.

And then one night...

we were in the casino...

and he starts accusing this

dealer of cheatin' on him.

So he threw us out.

The manager came up to the room and

told us we had to leave the hotel.

And Eugene started

bangin' on him, really bad...

till these two big guys

came up... ugly guys.

One of them had this

fresh purple scar on his neck.

And he grabbed Eugene

from behind...

and the other guy

broke a bottle on the floor.

And he beat Eugene

in the head with it.

And he started diggin'

the edges...

in his face.

You couldn't even

recognize him.

Blood was pouring out of him.

What were you doing

while this was going on?

Watchin'!

Buffalo Bill's defunct.

What's that?

It's the first line

of a poem.

- What's it mean?

- What it says.

Where's he now?

Here.

I think he's here.

Why don't you go see him?

I don't want to.

Come on. Let's get out of here

before this place gets to us.

- Yeah. Who is it?

- Jimmy. Come on.

Joe told me you left the country.

I told him you was too smart.

- What would I go for?

- People get in trouble and run.

- Who's in trouble?

- Come on. Where's the money?

- Where's what money?

- Look, Axel.

I really indisposed myself

because you wasn't here.

I got subjected to unnecessary

aggravation! So just give me the...

I'll give you sh*t!

You owe me $45,000.

- You bet Harvard, Georgia Tech.

- And I bet UCLA.

- So that's a hat full of winners?

- You mean they lost?

- Where you been, Siberia?

- I went to Vegas.

Is everything all right?

I mean, Harvard was way up.

Georgia Tech must've been...

They don't give out no prizes

at the halftime.

- Axel, what's goin' on?

- Nothing!

- I'll be with you in a minute.

- You're not gonna be short, are ya?

How could all three of them

have blown leads like that?

I mean, Harvard was up

by 14 over Brown. Brown!

The most pathetic bunch of lard-ass

scumbags in the entire Northeast!

I sympathize with ya 100%,

but I'm in a hurry.

I don't understand. I was

on a streak. Yesterday was mine.

I had 13 passes in a row

at the table! I hit an 18.

I drew a three. I couldn't

have lost all those games!

Well, you did! And I want

the cash, and I'm in a hurry.

- Who is that?

- Bookmaker.

I hate wakin' up like this.

I hate his voice.

He's leaving.

You didn't lose all of it,

did you?

Half.

I owe you forty-nine five

with the vig.

There's five packets

of ten each.

Two, three.

I told ya.

Axel Freed's an honest man.

Ah, come on. Count it outside.

Axel wants to be alone

with his girl.

Sorry, buddy. Tough luck, huh?

Keep in touch.

Do you have to do this

all the time?

Do what?

I don't know. Whatever it is you're

out there doin' with those morons.

What time is it?

I said,

"What time is it?"

Thanks.

You bring them back in here again

and I'm leavin'.

Jimmy!

Jimmy. What's the line

on the Laker game tonight?

- You gotta be kidding.

- It doesn't start for 15 minutes.

- Lakers are pick 'em.

- Pick 'em.

- They're not even on television.

- On radio. What side do you need?

Lakers. Every wise guy is on Seattle

tonight. But I don't want to book...

Wait, wait.

I'll bet the Lakers.

You don't like the game! It ain't

fair. I don't operate that way.

Are you a bookmaker

or an investment counselor?

- It's your bananas. How much?

- Fifty thousand.

- Fifty thousand!

- It's your figures I'm balancin'.

I've seen nuts before,

but you've got watermelons.

- I gotta take the money up front.

- You're an insect, you know that?

- No bet till I get the cash.

- A f***ing termite!

I'll be right back.

Where the hell's the rest

of my f***in' money?

You look a lot better standing up

in front of your class than now.

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