Two For The Money Page #10

You can't see it I can't explain it to you.

That's why you're fired.

Think about what you're doing.

You couldn't pick your nose without

a f***ing computer. You're small.

- You belong in a can.

- You've lost it!

You don't touch him.

Now why don't you have

some self-respect and leave?

- You're out of your f***ing mind.

- Maybe I am.

Maybe I am.

Good luck!

A**hole.

Doesn't realize I'm trying

to build an empire around you.

I hope you do.

OK everyone. Let's go. Back to work.

Big playoff weekend coming. Chop-chop.

Hey Toni. This is not a good time.

I know but Brandon

I need to talk to you. It's important.

- Not right now.

- Brandon you have to... you have to go.

No I gotta... get back on track.

It won't matter.

You could win 100 games in a row

and it won't be enough. It'll never be enough.

He will ride you into the ground.

I'll figure it out.

No.

Brandon please.

John Anthony.

- I'm wiped out, John.

- Amir.

My business my house

my credit... everything.

Amir?

It's gonna be OK all right?

We're gonna get back on track this weekend.

- You hear me?

- Still you talk like this.

Who the f*** are you?

Like this is some kind of game.

You ruined me!

I was betting a few thousand a Sunday

when I called you, but you pushed me.

Every call, all the time, with your talk.

I lost 380,000 this weekend.

I was going to get married.

I had a life!

Oh, no words now, huh?

No more money to squeeze

so you shut up.

How do you f***ing live with yourself?

Come on.

That's it!

Coming Walter!

I know what the problem is.

- He's OK.

- I'll come back later.

No no stick around. Stay stay.

These guys are finished.

You guys want anything before you go?

Something to eat?

You leave the way you came in fellas. Thank you.

Shut the door.

- Who's that?

- We need a Bat Light or something.

One of them signals you shoot up

into the clouds so that no matter where you are

you just look up you say

"Hey Walter needs me. "

Because I must've beeped you

a hundred f***ing times.

- Who were they man?

- The Salvation Army.

How does someone go one for eight?

A f***ing monkey tossing darts

could do better than that.

- What's with all the money Walter?

- I got a plan.

We take your picks

we reverse everything.

Like one of them Twilight Zone

episodes where everything is opposite.

You say black we go white.

- How much is that?

- Peanuts.

- What happened to the two mill?

- Two mill?

Man I was carrying twice that in red ink

before you even showed up.

Look around. Everything you see

is smoke and mirrors.

I got three mortgages on this house.

What do you wanna know?

I'm gambling again!

To cover my losses

I just got a loan from a guy

who works out of a bar

on 106th and Broadway.

Trouble with me is I start

betting you heavy after you went 100%

and I rode you right into the f***ing toilet.

I do know what the problem is man.

We're gonna take care of all this sh*t.

Check this out man. I'm Brandon Lang.

I'm the kid who played sports

and loved sports.

I'm the kid who can pick winners.

I'm the kid you called in Vegas.

Along the way I lost something in here.

I don't know what but I know I gotta

go back to being me to being Brandon.

- If I get back to being Brandon...

- You can pick again. Of course.

- Forget John Anthony. Burn the suits.

- Mm-hm.

My fault. I f***ed with you.

- Only two games. Two over-unders.

- That's right.

If I get you to crunch the numbers

sprinkle a little Brandon magic over it.

We get the salespeople

burning up the phones...

- Come Monday we go four for four.

- Four for four.

- That's something.

- How's that sound?

- This is important you know?

- I know it is. Pressure doesn't help.

Let's go eat something.

Let's go to Smith and Wo's.

Brandon's gotta stay

and do some homework.

The Brandon thing.

You see I'm forgetting.

Two games. Two games. Two games.

Two games. Two games. Two games.

Hey what... Ho!

People living in the zone.

What does that mean?

His hair was all over.

Brandon made these picks?

You're looking at him.

New York in the under.

Tennessee in the over.

Sell 'em hard.

Hello and welcome. The Conference

Championship game is underway.

- Can I watch Daddy?

- Come to Daddy.

My angel. I need you to root for me.

You see that team? Those are the bad guys.

We don't want them. That's Atlanta.

We want the good guys the blue team.

That's New York.

And New York has gotta win

by more than five points

only you gotta root for a low score OK?

Because both teams together

have to make less than 42 points total.

All right so it's New York

in under 42 points.

All right?

Smith is wide.

Cohn changing the play, audible lies.

At the line of scrimmage.

He doesn't like the defense.

Robinson in motion to the left.

Jones alone in the backfield.

Cohn back to passer. He's got the rookie.

- Anderson is in the middle...

- Go go go!

- In the end zone.

- Yeah!

Touchdown, New York,

and they take the early lead.

Midway through the second quarter now.

Atlanta down 10-0, but they're making

their first serious threat of the game.

- Thomas, delay action...

- Get him!

Over the top.

Touchdown, Atlanta!

Cohn now back to throw.

He's over he's over he's over.

Simpson's got it!

He fumbles it. He's in the end zone!

That's a touchdown!

It's now 17-7 New York.

- And we'll be right back.

- Whoo!

Less than a minute to go.

New York seconds away

from making their third trip

to the big game.

A New York score here and this game

is all but over. He's got Simpson.

Touchdown, New York!

New York ready to take on the winner

of our next game, KC against Tennessee.

The boy is back. First of two baby!

Atlanta may just take a knee here.

Way to do it!

Why not throw it long?

He puts it up for grabs. It's a Hail Mary.

- Knock it down! Knock it down!

- Oh no.

A wall of blue shirts...

Come on! No!

It is tipped in the air.

It's still loose. It is bouncing all around.

- Jesus!

- Peterson comes down.

- He's at the 20.

- Come on!

Across the ten. Mackey

dives to keep him out of the end zone.

No!

- F***!

- F***!

New York wins it 24-21.

That wraps up

our doubleheader playoff coverage,

as Kansas City tops Tennessee 33 to 13

and heads for Super Forty.

I'm finished Walter.

Oh that's great to hear.

Yeah.

- I'm done man.

- Yeah?

I don't eat.

I'm not sleeping.

What you saying? You got insomnia

indigestion you're gonna quit?

Hail Mary pass. These things happen.

Listen to me man.

I'm telling you. It's over.

What use is John Anthony

gonna be to you now anyway huh?

With the streak he's been on?

Come on.

I won't listen to this defeatist bullshit.

Hot streaks go cold. Cold streaks go hot.

They know you went 80%

for half a season. They know.

They're gonna remember

as soon as you win a game.

Then we go into

March Madness baseball.

Next year this won't even be a memory.

Who said anything about next year Walter?

You made a career choice buddy

and I bankrolled it.

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