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down the block.

By all means.

This isn't as nice as

some of those other places.

Eh, tourist traps.

How did you get into

this line of work?

Special forces,

am I right?

Trained to run around

all commando.

What were you?

SBS? SRR? SAS?

- Just "S".

- Just "S".

- "S" for special?

- "S" for shut your mouth.

It's not something

I'm getting into with you.

I can take care of things.

That's all you need to know.

That, and running around

"all commando"

isn't a preferred

military term.

Are you always

so touchy?

Oh, hi, excuse me.

Can I get a Fiji

water, please?

You knock the bottles over,

they don't roll away.

- Nicky?

- Vodka double.

In a square glass

so it doesn't roll away.

Mm.

Well, I am going to hit

the craps table.

The hundred dollar

tables are back there.

Yeah, but I can make

a greater number

of smaller bets

at the $10 tables.

Sounds like

a winning system.

- I got your back.

- Great.

I'd like to bet $10

on the shooter, please.

Ten on the shooter, yes sir.

Hey, Nick.

I've seen you happier.

How wrong you are,

Cassandra.

This is the highlight

of my career.

- I'm protecting a Fiji drinker.

- Here we go!

Big bet's $10 on a

single roll of the dice.

What you see on

my face is ecstasy.

My shift's starting.

Yellow 11, that's it. Yellow

11 is the on line winner.

Winner's rolling hot.

You know who he is

and you just

let him walk away.

We're quits, okay?

But I intend

on gambling for hours.

I don't have hours.

And you're safe in

the casino, Kinnick.

Nobody'll mug you

in the casino.

And outside they've got these

yellow things called taxis.

Just grab one and you'll

be back at Caesars

in half a minute.

Home and dry.

Goodbye, Kinnick.

His name's Danny DeMarco. He's

staying at the Golden Nugget.

Suite 3506.

- Good night, Holly.

- Wait.

- What?

- At least let me write it down.

Then write it down.

- You know how to spell it?

- No.

- What'd you say?

- That's what I said.

Good luck with your

f***ing lawsuit, okay?

What are you

so angry about?

- Liar!

- I'm not.

You never once intended suing the

son of a b*tch, did you, sweetness?

You'll see.

I won't help you anymore.

I don't help liars.

- Quit calling me that.

- Quit doing it, then.

Would you help me?

- What kind of help could I give you?

- You know.

Yeah, I'd get killed.

- There's only three of them.

- Three of them with guns.

You gotta go in there and you gotta

soften them up so I can have my chance!

- Chance for what, Holly?

- I want his nuts in my hands!

And if they kill me?

I'll be miserable for days.

I want him so bad

for what he did to me.

I want my revenge, Nicky.

Yeah?

I'm here to see

Mr. DeMarco.

About?

It's personal.

Well, he's busy.

I don't think Baby is gonna be

too happy with me stuck out here.

I don't give a sh*t.

- Who was it?

- It was some guy.

Said he was

a friend of Baby's.

Sh*t.

So you're a friend

of Baby's?

- What's this about?

- A girl.

You two get the f*** out.

Hey, you kidding me?

- You searched him?

- Mm-hmm. Yup.

Sorry about that, Santy Claus.

Can't be too careful these days.

We should have a drink.

Any friend of Baby's...

It's good of you to see

me like this, Mr. DeMarco.

Danny. Call me Danny.

- What do I call you?

- Nick.

We'll, Nick, I'm told there's

something about a girl?

- Where is she?

- In my sled on the roof.

Oh, is she pretty?

- Was.

- Come again?

Last night a friend of mine was shown

some disrespect and I thought, you know,

maybe you might do something

to make things okay.

Oh, that.

We'll you see, Nick,

that wasn't disrespect.

That was a game.

We were having ourselves

a little party.

And what happened after

wasn't so nice either.

She had to be stitched up

in Emergency.

Oh.

Could he be

talking about us?

- No, that's not us.

- No, not us, boss.

They're lying, Nick.

I know this is probably

another game you're playing,

only this time

it's with me.

You can't show

disrespect to a whore

and that's what

your friend is.

- No, she's...

- It's best not to interrupt me, Nick.

Yes, sir.

She's a whore,

you're her pimp.

At least you look like a

two-bit pimp to me. Am I right?

No, I'm legit,

Mr. DeMarco.

Look, see.

Credit cards, driver's

license, they're all mine.

Well, Nick,

what the hell.

Maybe you

have a point.

Would $50,000 cover

your disrespect, Nick?

You're very generous.

And you're very stupid.

But even so, you probably

know what this is.

And where it's been.

- Let me just leave.

- Oh, you're gonna leave, Nick.

The question is what shape

you're gonna be in

- when you do so.

- Listen, I...

Didn't I tell you something

about interrupting me,

you dumb f***?

Yes, sir.

You remember what?

- You said it was best not to.

- Right.

You see, if I'm sweet

to you, Nick,

if I just let you walk

out of here free as air,

well, I want people

to know how sweet I am.

So, be honest, Nick.

Tell me about my

good qualities,

and if I believe you,

you're free as air.

You're a great man,

Mr. DeMarco.

A peach of a guy.

You're the best.

A genuine top of

the line human being.

You failed so far, Nick, but I'm

gonna give you one more chance.

So go ahead,

talk about me.

The f*** are you

thinking about, huh?

Corsica.

- But it went away.

- Tiel, Kinlaw,

take this dumb f***

out of my sight.

Why don't you show him

how sweet I really am?

Let's go.

Stop him!

That's him.

Better be,

or he's got one

hell of a lawsuit.

You softened them up

pretty good.

Remember me?

Sure, you're

the party girl

- we had all those nice games with.

- Right.

I had so much fun, I can't

stand that that party is over.

I wanted it to

go on forever.

Hey, what's she

up to, huh?

- The envy of all mankind.

- Yeah.

- Do you know who I am?

- Of course.

You're the party giver.

What the f***

is she doing, huh?

What is this about? Money?

Is that what this is?

Sure it is. You know what,

just take the 50, huh?

- Take it for chrissakes.

- What money?

$50,000.

Top desk drawer.

Yeah, there you go.

- Yeah, see?

- This isn't about money.

- This is about love.

- Is it?

Hey, I didn't do nothin'.

It was all

Tiel and Kinlaw.

It was them. Why don't

you tell your girl

to put those away?

I hope I sharpened

these enough.

- Let's see.

- Hey...

Hey, wait...

Wait! Hey...

Guess they're

sharp enough.

Look, there's a little tiny cut

right on the envy of all mankind.

Let me... just let me be!

Let me be, please!

I... you got the wrong idea!

I'm really a good guy!

- I am!

- So you're not mad at me, then?

No! No!

Good, I'm not mad

at you, either.

I'm gonna give you the

same break that you gave me.

Tell me you love me,

and if I believe it,

then I'll let you keep it.

But if I don't believe you,

that means you're a bad boy.

And bad boys need

to be punished.

So that the envy

of all mankind

will have to

go away with me.

I... love you.

- What'd you say?

- I love you.

I don't think that

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