Wild Card Page #5

I have been rich.

Most recently last night.

Yeah, I could help you

with that, too.

Help me with what?

Are you serious?

I like blackjack

maybe more than I should.

- That's all.

- Why do you think you stay here?

You hate it so much it's

the only place you can stay.

It's the only place

you're worthy of.

It's all so obvious.

Well, if it's all

so f***in' obvious,

why are you

so f***in' wrong?

Huh?

Don't go!

We can help each other!

You know what? You're just

like the nuts who write to me.

You want adventure? Swell!

Well I earned my past, Cyrus.

Go earn your own.

This one's on me, Nick.

Looks like you need it.

Nick Wild,

how you doin'?

You need to come with us.

Mr. DeMarco's waiting.

Take five.

Nicholas. Nicholas.

Baby.

I heard you were up over 500

last night at the Gate.

Talk of the town.

Do you remember,

when was it?

A couple months ago when you

had us beaten for 200 grand?

Right here

at the Nugget?

- Till your luck changed.

- I'll get there someday.

Nicholas.

I'm just in a terrible bind

and it's all because of you.

It seems that somebody broke

into room 3506 last night,

beat up on three guys

and took $50,000.

And that was before

I had my Wheaties.

If only that

were funny.

No, it seems that

this same somebody

shot and killed two gentlemen

names Kinlaw and Tiel.

Shot them while they

were tied and helpless.

And an eyewitness claims

that that someone was you.

And you believe that?

If I did, you'd be dead.

- Come along, Nicholas.

- Come along where?

To see DeMarco. I

have to find the truth.

Wait a minute,

you mean I'm on trial?

For your life,

I should imagine.

Why do I have

to tell it again?

I told you.

You believe me. So why?

Because, Daniel, you are

asking me to kill Nicholas here.

And if a mistake

was later discovered,

I would feel

simply dreadful.

So please, be as brief

as you will.

I feel guilty

because I let him in.

When the knock came

on the door, I...

I wasn't thinking

and I opened it.

And right away

he pistol whips me,

right in the mouth,

you see? Right there.

- Mm-hmm. Yes.

- Right there.

- Yeah.

- And he's quick.

He takes out Tiel and Kinlaw

like they were nothing.

And he ties them up

back to back

the way they were

when you found 'em.

And then he rifles my desk,

he takes the 50 and...

for no f***ing reason

he goes crazy

and he shoots maybe my two

best friends in the whole world.

Why?

Probably he's pissed that

there wasn't more cash.

And probably he

would've killed me, too,

but there was a noise

out in the hall

and he panicked

and he ran.

Shot 'em with their

own guns, Baby.

Can you believe that?

You check.

You'll see that

I'm telling the truth.

They're gonna have his

fingerprints all over 'em.

Don't bother checkin'.

- The fingerprints are mine.

- This is all true then?

- Some.

- Which?

You better speak, Nicholas.

And I suggest you

begin right now.

I'll ask just two

questions, Baby.

If you're gonna answer them

to your satisfaction,

do what you will.

First, why would

I use a gun?

The f*** kind of

question is that?

Why does anybody

use a gun?

Nicholas never does.

Believe me,

he could kill you with...

he could kill you

with this

from five feet or 15.

And the answer to your

question is this.

It's the perfect cover.

Nobody would ever dream

that Nick Wild needed a gun

to commit a robbery.

All right, Nicholas.

Second question.

Second and last.

Baby, what do you

know about my body?

- I mean, underneath my clothes?

- Obviously nothing.

Well, then, there's

my second question.

How is it possible that I

know that Mr. DeMarco here

has a small but

definite cut

on the upper side

of his Hampton?

Answer?

I saw it put there

by a dear sweet lady

with a pair

of garden shears.

- What is this sh*t, huh?

- It's easy to find out if I'm lying,

just have him take

down his trousers.

You're not buying this crap,

are you, Baby?

Someone go get

a microscope

so we locate

Mr. DeMarco's pecker.

- You know what?

- I'm not stripping.

I'm not stripping

for nobody.

I think you must, Daniel.

Nicholas is

risking his life

on a very unusual

long shot here.

I know it's embarrassing,

but I'll make it

easier for you.

You and I will go

in the other room,

and we'll both

take down our pants.

I won't. I won't.

- I'm afraid you must.

- It's...

- It's a matter

of principle, Baby. I...

- Nobody would...

- Second cousin.

- It's principle.

- Oh, dear.

It's principle! He...

Would somebody shut

this god damn f***er up?

Oh, Daniel, you just

blew the ballgame.

Nobody in your family has had

even a passing relationship

with a principle

in the past 50 years.

So you're siding

with him?

Baby, you believe

him over me?

I believe this.

I believe that somebody

who looks like Nicholas

did the deed.

And I will endeavor

to find him.

Now you may go.

You. I'm gonna see

you real soon.

I'm gonna see

you real soon.

You watch your

f***in' back!

Why do you think

he did it?

He's a very macho

little slime.

And he broke down and humiliated

himself in front of them.

You know he'll

come for you.

Yeah.

If you don't care,

why'd you defend yourself?

I didn't wanna be remembered

for doin' what he said.

Dyin' ain't so bad.

And at least I'll be

out of Las Vegas.

Thank you, Nicholas.

Good luck.

- Cheers, Baby.

- All right. Be well.

Hey.

That bad, huh?

Could you get the

check, please?

I'm leaving.

I'm only here to give you

a present of gratitude

of everything

you taught me.

What, for chrissakes?

That everyone's afraid.

That I'm not the only

cowardly a**hole in this world.

You're one, too.

I really needed this now.

What I have to deal

with is that

I'm the one

inside my own skin.

Maybe it's not

so terrible.

And if you can admit

what you are,

you might find it's

not so terrible either.

Okay, Duke.

I admit it.

If I'd won

the full million,

I would have figured out

some reason to go for more.

I'm a trapped compulsive.

There. I said it.

See me tap dancing?

No, but you might

have taken

the first tiny step

toward your sailboat.

Yeah, doubtful.

Doubtful for two reasons, the

first being the lack of funding.

I knew you were

gonna say that.

Reach under the counter.

I told you I bought

you a present.

I taped it there

before you got here.

What's this?

One plane ticket

to Corsica

and a check

for $500,000.

Okay, so, first reason's

taken care of.

Now what's

the second?

I'm bein' murdered

any minute.

Murdered?

Really? When is

this happening?

Now.

Oh.

Put them away,

put them away.

I want him

found now, today.

I want you to find

that a**hole.

I want you to find him.

I don't care how long

it takes any of you

dumb fucks.

You call more f***in' guys.

Get two on the bus station

and a few at the airport.

Check every bar, every

casino, every whorehouse.

Turn over every god damn rock

he could slither under.

You find out

where he lives...

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