The Gambler Page #7

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What're you talkin' about?

You know who that is?

That's Professor Axel Freed.

He teaches the classes around here.

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm just following orders.

You see what

this world's comin' to?

Okay, let her go.

When you think about it,

you was pretty f***in' lucky.

If they didn't put your boy

in there at the end, you was dead.

- Luck had nothing to do with it.

- What!

You think them odds

was in your favor...

you escapin' out of the mess

that you was in?

What odds?

There was never any question.

You gotta be certified.

They had a noose around your neck.

Yeah.

Let's get outta here.

We'll eat some lasagna,

grab some p*ssy, drink some wine.

- I'm supplyin'. Come on.

- Tell you what.

Bet you a thousand I make this shot.

Two thousand.

F*** gambling.

I'm hungry and horny.

Five thousand. Cash.

What are you, an animal?

Don't you ever have any fun?

What fun?

- You could've been a star.

- I know.

- Hey, where you goin'? Axel!

- For a walk.

A walk!

Come on. I don't wanna lose

my best customer.

Hey, there's nothin'

but cannibals down there.

Hey, you can't go down there!

You'll get killed!

Hey, honky. What the hell

you doin' in our neighborhood?

Man, them dudes always tryin'

to get into somethin' up here.

Where you goin' now?

You f***in' up the sequence

in my songs.

What can we do for you?

Nothin'. She can.

But what can you

do for her?

I can make her rich.

Oh, yeah?

How rich?

Fifty.

Come on.

You wanna gimme my money?

What do you want me to do?

Take your clothes off.

You got my titties, baby.

That's all you need to see.

Shirt.

- Skirt and boots.

- You crazy?

I ain't pullin' off no shirt.

I got a wig on, and I'm not

takin' my boots off for nobody.

What the f*** are you doin'?

You gimme that back.

You think I done come all

the way up here for nothin'?

Sh*t, I got better things

to do with my time, sucker.

This motherf***er done drug me

all the way up here...

and now he tryin' to steal

my money back.

Is that true?

I think you're

in the wrong suite.

And I asked you

a question, sucker.

I heard ya.

Give up the money.

You don't understand.

I'm gonna kill you...

if you don't hand over

what you got.

I understand.

Go ahead.

Are you out of your mind?

No. I'm waitin'.

Go ahead.

This motherf***er's crazy.

Why don't you kill me,

then you can have the money!

Stop it! Stop it!

Hey, Joe, he's crazy!

Stop it!

He can't fight anymore!

Stop it! Stop it!

The knife!

- You had your chance.

- You're killing him!

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