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sounded very sincere.

- Did it?

- This is your show.

Don't! Don't do this,

don't! Don't!

Last chance.

I f***ing love you!

I just...

I just love...

I love you!

I love you!

Please, please don't...

look, okay.

I made a little mistake.

I made a little mistake!

Everyone can make

a little mistake, okay?

Just don't!

No, no, no,

please don't!

Don't! Don't!

I'm sorry!

Don't!

- Wish I brought my camera.

- Okay. Okay.

You have to

leave town, Holly.

They're coming for me, too.

First, I'm gonna win enough cash

to get out of this place for good.

Yeah, I know. I spent the last hours

packing, without regret I might add,

- because I'm heading straight for...

- Hey, don't tell me.

If I don't know,

I can't tell anybody.

You that sure

they'll come after you?

- You know damn well they will.

- You could've killed them.

I try not to do that.

No, you keep it all.

You're the one

that took the risk.

Okay, I want half.

I'm the one that

took the beating.

Well, you only look about a

million times better than before.

A friend of mine

left town.

We had this kind of

going away thing.

Sounds sweet.

How much longer

you on this shift?

11:
50. Ten minutes.

What the hell,

I shall keep you company.

Well, I've been killin'

everyone tonight, Nicky.

You did something for me once.

So believe this, bet small.

Changing 100.

Since it's a $5 minimum,

how's if I bet five dollars?

Bust.

It's been like that.

Blackjack.

I lose more

friends this way.

What is it?

Cass, I've got 19.

And you've a 10 showing,

except I know somethin'.

Your down card

is another picture

which makes 20,

so my 19 is sh*t.

You want me

to hit 19, Nicky?

I'll tell you why.

Because there's a weight

on my shoulder now.

Locks right into my

shoulder now. It's happened.

I've got to go

for the throat, Cass.

Because of all the people in

all the casinos in all the world,

luck's come

camping with me.

So, yes, I want you

to hit my 19.

And I'd like a two.

Two is 21.

Means I win.

My two please, Cass.

Jesus.

I'd like a $1,000 dollar

chip please, Cass.

One way or another, this

is my last night in Vegas.

Changing 1,000.

Take care, Nicky.

- You playing?

- No.

You got mean eyes.

Up or down?

I had luck

riding with me,

then they

changed dealers.

A**hole!

Not you, me.

How do I know

it's gone?

Blackjack.

Give me a chip

rack, please.

Can I raise

the limit?

No.

I'll play the

whole table then.

Nah, I'm not greedy.

You gotta win

some time.

- Blackjack.

- What the f*** is this?

Retribution for

5,000 mornings.

And watch your mouth

in front of a lady.

Thanks, sweetie.

God, what a thing when

luck comes callin', huh?

Good.

Yes!

Son of a god damn b*tch.

Good.

If I win...

I'm over 500.

And that'll be the last

you ever hear of me.

Yes! What the hell!

Yes!

500 and...

6 thousand.

It isn't exactly

a round number,

but then I was never

one to quibble.

- Fiji?

- Vodka.

- Rocks with a twist?

- Look at that.

Doubles,

please, Veronica.

Thank you, Veronica.

So what do your

friends call you?

Cyrus is a

pretty shitty name.

I always wanted to

be called Ace or Duke.

But Cyrus seems like

the overwhelming choice.

How are you not

more excited?

Never hit over

half a mil before.

I don't know why

I'm not more excited.

Maybe it's because I never

dared think it would happen.

That make sense?

Kinda.

- Anything else?

- That's all, thanks, hon.

Here, love, take some

time off. Go see your mom.

Thank you so

much, Nick.

- Well, cheers.

- Hey, cheers.

- You're leaving town?

- Think bigger.

State, country, continent.

Five free years, Duke.

I've been dreamin'

this since forever.

$100,000 per. I've got

it figured to the penny.

Guess you haven't

liked Vegas much, huh?

You're not supposed

to like Vegas.

It's just this creeping virus

people catch sometimes.

Sweet dreams.

I'm off to Corsica

in the morning.

I'm gonna sail the

Mediterranean before I die.

Well, I'll walk

you out.

That's very kind

of you, Duke.

F***.

What's happened?

It was all horseshit.

It's just

a loser's dream.

I don't get you.

This is not

what I need.

Five years would only

be fine at first.

After that I'd just

realize that every day

was another day closer

to bein' back here.

I never pushed the logic, because I

never thought I'd be in this position.

Half a million.

Well, half a

million's nothing.

I know now what

I really need.

- What's that?

- "F*** you" money.

Enough so I'll never

have to come back here.

Freedom. That's what

"f*** you" money is.

I don't want any limit.

I have to clear that.

Let me check.

He thinks

I'm gonna lose.

You've got it.

A**hole.

It's 500.

You count it.

- 500,000 going out.

- Send it.

That's 525,000.

This fella's gettin'

awful heavy.

All on one, Cass.

It's just like

we started, Cass.

I know you've got another

picture under there.

Hit me.

A four.

If you don't mind.

You should've

stood, Nicky.

You would've won.

I came in with $25,000.

Lost $25,000.

No big deal.

You f***in' had it.

You f***in' had it!

It was right there.

You f***in' had it!

You f***in' had it.

It was all there.

It was all there.

On the f***ing table.

You f***in' had it!

On the f***ing table!

You f***in' had it.

You f***in' had it!

Would you like your

grapefruit juice now?

How did I get here?

After you passed out,

I tipped some of the staff

to help me bring you.

Thank you.

Hmm, I thought

you'd be thirsty.

Listen, Duke,

you're a great caterer,

and I appreciate it.

But I think you

got somethin' to say

- and it's time

you said it.

You won't laugh?

Not today.

All right, I...

I lied about my friend

recommending you.

And I didn't have to ask

for your qualifications.

I knew everything about you,

I've researched you.

I knew about the

grapefruit juice, right?

And the double vodka.

And I know about why

you always sit

in the same spot

at the Silver Spoon Counter.

I need something from you and

I've come too far for a no answer.

A while back in Boston I saw

this old guy on the street

and he had a sign

on his back that said,

"Please don't hit me. "

And my first thought was,

"What a sad thing. "

But then...

I got so f***ing mad

because I realized that was

going to be me when I got old.

Just an old nut

scared of the world.

And so I've come to you.

I want you to teach me.

- Teach you what?

- Anything. Everything.

I need you to kill the fear that

lives inside of me every day.

You want to sail

the Mediterranean,

I want to do something

brave before I die.

Hey, listen, kid...

I earned 70 million dollars

by the time I was 19.

Don't call me kid.

Jesus. How?

It was nothing.

I put a new twist

on an old twist

on computer software.

Being smart is the only

defense I've ever had,

but it's not enough anymore.

You've got to help me.

You know how f***in'

weird this is?

You're not even 30,

set for life.

I'm pushing 40, broke.

I'll pay you.

I'll make you rich.

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