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- May I have
your attention, please?

Five-11-54 from
Vegas to Sacramento

is now departing.

- Dad, sorry I ran off.

I need a fresh start.

- I'm done
bailing you out.

- Look your opponent in the
eyes even when you're shuffling.

- I'm not gonna
play poker anymore.

I've always wanted
to go to college

and I've just been
accepted second semester.

I wanna live a normal
life with kids my age.

I'll call you when
I'm ready to talk.

Abby.

- Hey, pal!

- Hi.

- I missed you.

- I missed you so much.

- Still, I can't believe
you're finally here.

You, um, I'm sorry.

What are you wearing?

- It's the new me.

- You good?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Do you wanna see our dorm?

- Yes.

- Because we're roommates.

- Yeah.
- Yes, it's so awesome.

Oh, my God.

It is so good to see you.

I feel like it's
been like months.

Yeah, the neighbors
are pretty decent.

Though, the guy
across the hall vapes

that horrendous
blueberry shit 24/7

and also plays
Nickelback nonstop.

- Crazy.
- Yeah.

Also, the showers suck.

- I'm sure the
showers don't suck.

So you really
spruced up the place.

- Yeah.

You know, I just wanted to
wait for you to get here.

- What's his name?

- Shepley.

And he is so hot.

- Hm.

He doesn't have
any face piercings.

- Yeah, well, sometimes
you just wake up one day

and like pistachios.

He's really excited
to meet you though

and he is taking us out tonight.

- Oh no, Mer, I'm so tired.

- No.

- I just got here, it
was a long bus ride.

I just wanna stay
here and study.

- It'll be so chill.

Catholic school will let
you off for one night.

Come on.
- No, I'm not going.

- Yes, we're going.

Take off the chastity belt

and let's go.
- No, I don't wanna go.

I have to study,

Mer, Mer!

So where are we going?

- Oh, it's a surprise.

- I think there's a guy,

never mind.

- Oh, hey, oh, by the way, we
don't talk about the circle.

It's a secret.

- What's a secret?

- Exactly.

- Welcome to the bloodbath!

Whoo!

If you're looking
for Economics 101,

you are in the
wrong fucking place,

but if you seek the
circle, this is Mecca.

My name is Adam.

I make the rules and
I call the fight.

Tonight, we have
a new challenger,

Eastern star varsity
wrestler Marek Young.

All right, all right.

Now, reigning champ
needs no introduction,

but because he scares
the shit out of me,

I'm gonna give him one.

So shake in your boots, boys,
and drop your panties, ladies.

I give you Travis
"Mad Dog" Maddox!

- Whoo!

- Whoo!

- You know, this isn't for me.

I'm gonna go back to
the dorm and study.

Hello.

- May I?

- Uh-huh.

- Travis,
Travis, Travis, Travis.

- You ready?

You ready?

Fight!

Yeah!

- Oh, okay.

- Oh, shit!

- Come on, Travis!

- Run it, sweet money.

- Um, excuse me.

Are you new here?

- Yeah, I.

- Whoa!

- Oh, shit!

Get up, Travis, come on!
- Get up!

- Come on, get up!
- Get up!

- Yeah!

- Two-one.

- Come on, Travis.

- Winner!

- Travis!

Travis!

- You okay?

- Uh-huh.

- Hey, you standing here.

I don't know if
that's good for me.

I usually don't get
distracted like that.

Sorry about your
sweater, pigeon.

Whoa-ha.

Grr.

- Travis, you are
my cash cow, baby.

- I can't take you anywhere.

- What's up, pigeon?

- I fucking hate you!

- Relax!

- You didn't
come home last night.

You're a liar.

- Calm down.

- You're a liar.

- Wow.

- What are you doing?

- Listen, Abby,

tuition payments
need to be issued

through a bank account
or a credit card.

There is accountability
to be considered,

not to mention the taxes.

- I'm in the process
of setting one up.

- Can't your
parents help you out?

- It's complicated.

My mom, I haven't
spoken to in years,

and my dad is not the best guy.

- I'll allow it
for this semester,

but sort yourself
out a bank account

because this will not
be happening again.

- Thank you.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

So I talked to the
bursar this morning

and she ended up
taking the cash.

I mean, at least I'm
covered for the semester.

- Oh, what happens
when the money runs out?

- I don't know.

I'll find a job or
I'll get a scholarship.

I'll figure something out.

Incoming.

- Hey, pumpkin.

I got you a coffee here.

- Thank you.
- Aw.

- That's for you.

- Thanks.

- How was last night?

Did you have fun?

- Yeah, it was memorable.

So what was the deal
with the one guy,

the guy that was
covered in tattoos?

- Oh, that's his cousin.

He's a sophomore.

- Oh, that guy goes to college?

- Mm-hm.

- Wow, that is surprising.

- What's surprising?

- That
you go to college.

- Why can't I go to college?

- I didn't say it,
bro, she said it.

- What?

No, I didn't say that.

- Sorry, have we met?

- Oh, you don't
remember, Travis?

You, you ruined her sweater.

- I ruin a lot of sweaters.

- I'm pretty sure they
retired bad double entendres.

- Pigeon.

- Abby.

My name is Abby.

- Travis.

Travis Maddox.

- Does that move really work?

- No, not a single time,

but it is sincere.

- You're not my type.

- I'm everybody's type.

See, I got you.

I got a smile out of you.

- No, no, that was not a smile.

That was actually a
condescending chuckle.

- Yeah.

Hey, I'm gonna come
over, all right?

See you later, pigeon.

- Abby, my name is Abby.

- Well,
it's pigeon now.

- Can you believe that guy?

- And that is what brings us

to the discovery of game theory.

Now, game theory is a term
that was pioneered in the 1950s

by mathematician John Nash.

The term game is defined
as any interaction

where each person's payoff

is affected by the decisions.
- Mm.

Wow.

So hot.

- That one's my favorite.

It's too late to close it now.

- Has anyone ever told you
that it's not very polite.

- Young lady?

What is your name?

- Abby.

- Ms. Abby, would you
care to educate us

as to why Nash's equilibrium
is irrelevant to game theory?

- Irrelevant?

I can't.

- Well, then perhaps you
should focus a little more on.

- Well, but that's
because it is relevant.

If equilibrium is achieved,

that means that both players
can't increase payoff

by changing decisions
unilaterally.

It can also be
known as no regrets

in the sense that once a
player does make a decision,

they'll have no regrets
thinking about the consequences.

- Have you been reading ahead?

- A bit.

- As I was saying.

- Wow, pigeon, that was so hot.

You got brains.

- Why are you here?

- Why are you sending
me a mixed signal?

- There's nothing
mixed about my signals.

- I just caught you
Insta stalking me.

- I was not Insta stalking.

Look, I'm going to save
you a lot of wasted time.

You can stop the antics, okay?

I'm not sleeping with you.

- I'm not trying to sleep
with you or bag you.

I'm just trying to
take you to dinner.

- Bag me?

What am I, groceries?

Have you not read a newspaper
in the last four years?

Men don't talk
like that anymore.

- Which men?

- The evolved men
of planet Earth.

The ones who are actually in
touch with their feelings.

I don't like you.

Leave me alone.

You're not going to let
this go, aren't you?

- I'll pick you up at eight.

- But wait, you
don't have my number.

- Interest
to play his part.

- You dress up for me?

- No, I didn't have to
because this is not a date.

- Well, I hope you're hungry.

- No, no, no.

I don't need this because I'm
not getting on that thing.

- Yeah, you are.

- Do you know the statistics
of motorcycles in accidents?

No, I'm not putting
on that thing.

- Yeah, you are.

I can do this all night.

- Fine.

- Thanks, Miguel.
- Yep.

- You're really not gonna
let me buy you dinner?

- No, this isn't a date.

- Yes, I'm aware.

You've said that twice now.

- Oh, you noticed.

- Mm-hm.

That and your outfit,

which screams "I detest Travis."

- I don't detest you.

I just don't like being
a foregone conclusion

for one of the many, many,
many notches on your bedpost.

- Oh, you're smart.

I like that.

- Something you're probably
not used to in a woman.

- Oh, I'm striking out.

I surrender.

We can at least be friends.

- Friends, but with no benefits.

- We're not sleeping together.

I won't even think
about the benefits

unless you want me to.

- No, that can't happen so
that we can stay friends.

- Friends.

Friends.

I've been coming to
this place for years.

My family home is only
three miles that way.

- Aw.

You couldn't move farther
away from your mommy?

- No, that's not it.

- Her grilled cheese
was just that good?

- Well, she's dead.

- Shut up.

Are you serious?

I'm such an asshole,
I'm so sorry.

I feel horrible.
- It's okay, it's okay.

I was only three.

- Okay, I'm not that sorry.

Get your hand off me.

How's your dad?

- He's still alive, so
you can make fun of him.

He's a good man.

He raised five boys
all on his own.

- Five Maddox brothers?

- Yeah.

Thomas, Taylor, Tyler,
Trent, and Travis.

If you wanna get
good at fighting,

having four older brothers
beat your ass daily

is a good place to start.

- Why do it?

- College ain't cheap.

Fighting is a good
way to make money.

- Just seems
unnecessarily risky.

- Why?

You worried about me?

- Not even in the slightest.

- What's your story?

- Just your average girl
from your ordinary town.

- Oh, mom and dad?

- One of each.

- Wow, you're a
wealth of information.

- Well, I can't give away
all the goods in one night.

- Most do.

I actually enjoy it.

Are you seriously leaving?

- Dinner's over.

- We just got started.

- Good night, Travis.

- Hey, purple sweater.

Little help?
- Yeah.

- Ooh!

- Oh, no!

- Oh, my god.

- Police.

- He's, he's fine.

Okay, it's okay.

He's okay.

- I'm fine.

- Okay, are you okay?

- Oh, I'm fine.

- Okay, I'm so sorry.

- Oh, God.

Oh!

- You're so cute
and you're crying,

I swear.
- I'm not, I'm not crying.

It's, uh, it's the wind.

How long have you been captain
of the Frisbee club?

- Oh, no, no, no,
I'm not captain

of the Frisbee club.
- Oh, it was, uh,

it was a joke.

It was a joke, I'll be okay.

- Oh, hi.
- Hi.

- Hi, I'm Abby.

- I'm gonna go.

I'm, I'm gonna wobble.

- You should put some
ice on your balls.

- You should put
some ice on my balls.

- Okay.

- Oh,
yeah, I'm gonna go.

- It was really nice
to meet you, Parker.

Oh!

- Thanks, man.

- Fuck you!

- Be careful!

Ow!

Ow.

Could someone turn
the water back on?

So the RA said we're
gonna be without water

for the next 24 hours, so
it's just for the night.

Are you sure Shepley
is cool with this?

- Hey, Abby's staying over.

- Just stay out of
Travis's room, all right?

- What?

You didn't tell me

that Travis lives here.
- No, of course I did.

No, remember, I told you.

No, no, no, no,

no, no, no.
- I'm not staying here.

- Abby, Abby!
- No, I'm leaving.

- No, I promise you
will never see him.

He's never even here.

You won't see him, I promise.

You have to stay,
It'll be so fun.

Hey, tell her that
Travis will be okay.

- Oh, he won't
care, he likes you.

- He doesn't know me.

- He likes you.

We're gonna have a sleepover.

So much fun, we'll make s'mores.

Hey, let's go.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Abby, babe, it's Dad.

Where'd you go?

Could you return the call
or at least text me back?

- Shit, shit,
shit, shit, shit, shit.

- Excuse me.

- Sure.

- Okay, merci.

- Jesus.

- Enjoy the show?

- You scared the crap out of me.

- You know that's not
a very attractive idiom

once you stop and
think about it.

- Because in your
sexist universe,

women don't actually defecate?

- Wow, that's a perfect
word for someone like you.

Did you know that the saying
used to be "bejesus out of me?"

- Your friend gave this
to me to give to you.

What?

The woman that you
just had sex with

gives you her number and
you just throw it away?

- That's not her
leaving her number.

That's her marking
her territory.

- Well, then maybe you
shouldn't have sex with her.

- I don't remember
promising her a thing.

- Wow.

You embody everything that
is wrong with your gender.

She's an adult.

I'm an adult.

It was consensual.

Look at this.

- Consent date.

- Can never be
too careful nowadays.

- How many women do you
have contracts with?

- No idea, I'm a
quality guy over quantity.

- I'm gonna throw up.

- Well, my bedroom
is down the hall

and the bed is all yours
for when you wanna crash.

- I'm not gonna
sleep in your bed.

- Why?

No one but me sleeps in my bed.

My bed is sacred ground.

- Well, then why would I
be allowed in your bed?

- Are you planning on
having sex with me tonight?

- No.

- Then it's settled.

Wow, make yourself at home.

- Sorry, I just have a big
10 a.m. Bio test to cram for,

but I can move back
to the kitchen.

- No, you're fine,
stay where you're at.

Don't be silly.

- Thank you.

- Do you want me to make
you some tea or something?

- No, but, uh, my
highlighter just died.

Can I borrow one?

- Oh, yeah, check
the top drawer.

Wait, um,

no.

- Wow.

That's a lot.

- Is practicing safe
sex a crime?

- What's this?

- It's not a highlighter,
I'll tell you that.

Um.

- It's a yo-yo?

- No, definitely not.

It's awkward.

I'm gonna go shower.

- What are you doing?

Bad kitty.

Mouse.

Mouse.

Abby.

Pigeon.
- Really cute.

How much?

- Um.

It's not what do
you think it is.

Abby, you're.

- Wait, what are you doing?

- Abby!

- Abby!

- What the heck?

- What is wrong with you?

- I didn't do anything.

You touched me.

- Oh, says the man with
the raging hard-on.

You should be locked up.

- You're the sleepy
cock toucher.

I didn't put your hand there.

And if you bothered to
read a biology textbook,

you'd find out

that it's called
parasympathetic nerve response

and you'd know that
if you knew anything

about biology or men.

- Oh, shit, Bio!

What time is it?

- 9:42.

- Oh, my God.

- What are you wearing?

- We were playing.
- We were

playing.

- Let me give you a ride.

- No, this is just a madhouse.

A nurse?

- Yeah, no, I.

- Sorry, excuse me.

Sorry.

Oh, my God!

I slipped.

But I still aced my Bio test.

- Well, I'm glad
you're not drawing attention

to yourself.

- Hilarious.

- Okay, I have to run to class,

but I want a full play-by-play
of what happened last night.

- Nothing happened last night.

- Yeah?
- I do not like him.

- Yeah,

and that's why you're giving
him a good morning handy.

Is Mick still bothering you?

- Yeah.

- You got to cut him
out of your life.

- He is out of my life.

- He is not out of your life

because he is still texting you.

I-I gotta go to class.

- What?

- Hey.

Parker, we meet again.

- Abby, are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah, it's a
long story.

Hey, um, how are
your, your balls?

- Not good.

- Oh, my God.

- That's okay.

I think they said I had a 20%
chance of a normal sex life.

- Are you messing with me?

- Not funny?

- No, it was, it was hilarious.

Well, um, okay, bye.

- Do you have dinner
plans tonight?

- Me?

- Yes.

- No, I-I-I-I do not
have dinner plans.

- I know a great Italian spot.

- Um, um.

- Is that a, is that?
- No, that is a yes.

Yes, I would love
that very much.

Pick me up at seven, I
live at Tucker dormitory.

- Sure, I'll pick you up then.

- Okay.

Bye.

I see you!

Oh, Parker.

Really?

Thank you.

Thank you, Parker.

Oh, no way, Travis Maddox.

You can keep knocking but I
am not gonna answer that door.

No way.

I'll see you soon, Parker.

- Thanks again, Sonny.

- Anytime, doctor.

- Doctor Hayes.

- He's jumping
the gun, you know.

I just started, that's all.

- Wow, fancy-fancy.

- Yeah.

Wow.

- Are you on call?

- No, I-I just got a heads-up
about a show tonight.

- Oh, oh, I can get
my own ride home.

- No, no, no, we-we
should both go.

Unless you've got work
or sick of seeing me.

- No.

No, I would love to go.

- This is-this is gonna be fun.

- You know, I've always wanted
to see Titus Andronicus.

It's considered to be
Shakespeare's most violent play.

- You don't mind violence?

- No, I was something
of a tomboy growing up.

- Well, then you're
in for a treat.

- Ooh, I guess it's starting.

he's a state champ.

He's gonna come out swinging.

He's not gonna be
wasting any sort of time.

Okay, what are you doing?

- Abby hasn't texted
me back today.

- Oh, my God.

Would you forget about Abby?

Have you, have
you seen this guy?

He's got a white robe and
a belt that's huge, okay?

I mean, you're acting like
the kissing booth over here.

You need to focus.

- I am focused.

- That's
the Travis we need.

Come on.

- I just don't know why
she hasn't texted me back.

I'm gonna go outside and see

if I can get better
cell reception.

- We're dead.

- Oh, wow, modern
interpretation.

I love Shakespeare.

- All right, all right.

Next up, we have the main event:

Freddy Heflin versus
Travis "Mad Dog" Maddox!

- This is gonna be great.

Travis is a real animal.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah, it's just
a little hot in here.

I'm gonna go find a bathroom.

- What the fuck, Abby?

You don't respond
to any of my texts,

and now you're here
dressed like that

with your titties hanging out.

- They are not hanging out.

This is a tasteful
amount of cleavage.

- Yeah?

Well, they're distracting me.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot.

It's all about
you, you egomaniac.

- I must break you.

- Go for it.

- That's who you're fighting?

- Yes.

- That guy could kill you.

- Is this your weird little
way of admitting you like me?

- I don't like you.

But I do worry about you.

I worry about the planet.

They're two very
different things.

- Okay, well, if it
puts your mind at ease,

he's not even gonna hit me.

- Hilarious.

- Are you doubting me?

- Yeah.

- Care to make it interesting?

- Make it interesting?

Like a bet?

- Yeah.

- I don't bet.

- Come on, Travis,
they need you.

- Yeah, just a minute.

How's this?

If he manages to
lay a hand on me,

I'll go without sex for a week.

- Ooh.

- A month.

Three months.

- Three months?

That's impossible
for someone like you.

- Okay, and if I win, you have
to stay with me for a month.

- You're on.

But get it through your head,

I am never having sex with you.

- I don't wanna have
sex with you, pidge.

I wanna be around you.

You're good for me.

You are handsome.

- You're dead.

- Hah.

You are handsome as hell.

No wonder you're the champ.

Champ of my heart.

- Come on, hit him!

- You ever hiked
Brokeback Mountain?

Do you wanna?

- I'll be gentle, you know.

- How are you gonna
kill me, big boy?

Giddy up.

kill you!

- What are you doing?

- Shut up.

- Hit him!

Just once!

- Oh-oh, baby fell down.

Get back in your
crib, little baby.

Oh-ho-ho.

Now,.

So I'm saving the upper
left sock throw for you.

- Fuck you, bitch.

- You cover those up.

- You bitch.

- Excuse me.

- Just once, hit him!

- Here we go!

- Ladies and gentlemen,
Travis Maddox!

- Pack your bags, pigeon.

You're coming home with me.

- How did this happen?

- Hey, I got you a water.

What's going on?

I just need
to process this.

- I know.

- We go out for a great dinner.

Get on really well.

I take you to a show.

I leave you for five minutes.

And during that time,

you've decided to move
in with Travis Maddox.

- I lost a bet.

- Right.

- We're just friends.

I mean, we're not even friends.

We're nothing.

I had a really nice
time with you tonight

and I would love to do it again.

Do you think I can, I can
get a good-night kiss?

Oh, God!

No!

- Travis!

- Time to go.

- Yeah, you need to, you
need to leave the car.

- He is not going
to do anything.

See?

- No, he's gonna hurt me.
- He's not gonna hurt you.

- No, he's gonna hurt me.

- Open the door.

- Get out of the car.
- No.

- Please get out the car!

- You are strong, it's okay.

- No, he is a maniac.

He is gonna hurt me,

leave the car!
- He's not going to hurt.

- Leave the car now!
- Oh, my God.

- Get out the fucking car!

- Open the door!
- You're being insane.

Okay, okay.
- Leave the car.

Go, go, leave the car!
- Okay, I'm leaving.

Okay, okay.

- Go, please.

Go now.

- Okay.

- Okay.

Okay.

Oh, Jesus.

Yeah, on it, yeah.

- I cannot believe
this is happening.

- Well, for the record,

I didn't think you'd
really settle up.

- Well, I made a bet, I lost.

You're only as
good as your word.

I made it through one night
without any funny business.

I think I can make
it through 30 more.

What?

- Well, you did give me a.

- I did not give you a handy.

I have no interest in
touching your dick ever again.

- Oh, oh.
- Okay, got it?

- Okay, okay.

You're getting a little aggro.

- Oh, what?

Do women with emotions
make you scared?

- Uh-uh.

- You wait till I'm
on my period, okay?

I might stab you.

- Sorry, I thought this
would be a fun idea.

- Well, it wasn't.

- How about we just go to sleep?

- Yeah, you think?

Give me this, I want that.

And don't touch me!

Don't cross this line, okay?

Wall of China.

- I just cleaned in here.

You live like animals.

You guys are filthy.

- Abby, come on.

- Get out of the way.

- Come on,
get out of the way.

- Abby, get out of the way!

- Hey!

- No, no, no, no!

- Come on, girls.

- Do you mind?

- Shut up.

- Oh.

- Hey, Shep, I'm
gonna hit the store.

Do you want?

- Bring it up, yeah.

Yeah.

- I'm trying, I'm trying!
- Up, up, up, up.

Okay, good job, go home.

Are you gonna quit?

Go on then!
- No, I'm trying!

I'm trying!

Yup.

- One.

- Two.

You know, this is really easy.

You made this so hard.

Oh.

No, I can do it.

I don't know.

Taking me home to
meet the family.

- Get over yourself.

It's just Sunday dinner.

- What have you been
doing for the past hour?

- Trying
to find the fucking.

Where is it?

How is that possible?

- That's how it was
when I found it.

- Oh, you're fucking worthless.

Just hand me a seven-16th.

- Hey, I'm not your bitch.

- And you're a
pretty little bitch.

- Call me
a bitch again, huh?

- Bitch, bitch.

- Hey, dipshits.

We got company.

- Oh, oh, oh, oh, my.

Baby bro is bringing
home a girl.

- Guys, this is Abby.

Abby, these are the moron
twins, Tyler and Taylor.

- Hi.

- Fraternal, obviously.

- And we're not morons.

Travis is the moron.

- Can you guys not act
like assholes just yet?

- Oh.

- Brother's mouthing off
in front of his woman.

You're a big guy, aren't you?

- Yeah, you're the big
man on campus, right?

- Doesn't make any sense.

- Well, this makes sense.

- Oh.

- Taylor!

- Cobra kai!

- Get back, Taylor.

- So immature.

Oh, you're Abigail, right?

- Mm-hm.

- I'm, uh, Trenton.

The most attractive
Maddox brother.

- Hey.

- Has anyone ever told
you you have the most.

- No!

No.

- Ladies, not in
front of my bike.

Take it in the ring.

- Yes, sir.

- Put my tools back
where you found them.

- Yes, sir.

- Hey, I'm Jeff.

- I'm Abby.

- Nice to meet you.

- You too.

- Come on inside.
- Thanks.

- So, uh, Abby,

have you ever experienced
the deliciousness

of fried chicken from Kentucky?

- Moron, not every
chicken is from Kentucky.

- Yeah, it is.

That's why they call it
Kentucky Fried Chicken.

- What's going on here?

Are you serious?

You're back.

- What's up, boys?
- Yo.

- Hey.

- Dude, hey, you made it.

- What's going on?

- Hey, sorry, uh, work ran late.

All right, you must
be, um, is it Abby?

- Yeah, and you're
Thomas, right?

You're the oldest.

- I see Travis warned
you about us, huh?

- Riveting
conversation, let's dig in.

- Yeah.
- Oh, yeah.

- Grace.

Travis.

- Oh, Heavenly Father.

Thank you for the food,
for we remember the hungry.

Please look after our
dear mother, Diane.

May she rest in peace.

- Amen.

- Give me.

- Can we?
- Okay.

- Is this all drumsticks, Dad?

- I want breasts,

I want breasts.
- I want breasts.

- Guys, guys, there's
a lady present.

- Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

- Oh, wow.

- They're being nice today.

Those are some good pieces.

- Really sweet, thank you, guys.

- Uh, I don't wanna
rain on Travis's parade,

but my shift starts at 10, so
let's get down to business.

- 10, God.
- That's like.

- I'm just saying if you
wanna play, let's play.

- I'm gonna have to
whoop your butt fast.

- Oh, yeah.

I-I can carry some stuff.

- All right, the name of the
game is Texas hold 'em, Abby,

you in?

- Oh, that's not for me.

Drinks?

- Yeah.

- Beer for me and
there's chips up there

and there's dip and
there's like you know,

just whatever you can carry.

- Okay.

- Deal, deal, deal,
deal, deal, deal.

- Let's go.

- Let me get the chip.

- Got nothing.

- Eat shit.

Straight on the river and
he does it again, boys.

- Are you kidding me?

- Abby, you've been
watching a while.

You wanna join?

- Oh, I'm okay.

- Don't worry.

We take it easy on
the ladies over here.

- We can play Go
Fish if you like.

- You know, I
actually don't think

it's a question of you
guys going easy on me.

I actually think
it's a question of me

going easy on you guys.

- Oh.

- Okay, you're being serious.

- Mm-hm.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- Abby, you might
not wanna do that.

Taylor may look like an idiot,

but he happens to be one of
the best poker players in town.

- Oh, in town.

- In the county.

- Oh, wow, the county.

- He's
even played on TV.

- Oh, on TV.

That's pretty
impressive, I don't know.

Let's go.

- Okay.

Fold, beginner's luck.

- This is no beginner's luck.

- Well, I never said
I was a beginner.

Call.

- Flash.

- Pair of aces.

- Yes!

- Yes!

- Da, da,
da, da, da, da, da.

- Aces and eights, boys.

- Don't tell me!

That's a full house.

- Yes, it is.

- You just got
hustled, bro.

- Well, no, it's only
hustling if I keep your money.

- Oh.

- Oh, no, no, no.

Sweetheart, that money's yours.

You won it fair and square.

- Shit.

- Where did you learn to play?

- Home.

- Home?

Where was that?

- Vegas.

My dad taught me.

- Used to be a high-stakes
poker player named Abernathy.

I remember hearing stories
about him in Vegas.

- What happened?

- Uh, he had this daughter.

Went with him everywhere.

I think the mom
walked out on him

so he was raising
her on his own.

- Your eyes even
when you're shuffling.

- While she was way
too young to play legally

but man, she was
a poker prodigy.

As she got better, he got worse.

So she was left bailing
him out even as a kid.

- Look your
opponent in the eyes.

- I remember this.

They called her Lucky Charms.

- Lucky 13.

Abby, you must have
heard of her, right?

She must be about your age.

After all, this is you
in the article, isn't it?

- You're Lucky 13?

- We just got
hustled by Lucky 13?

- No fucking way.

- Guys, I'm sorry.

I wasn't trying to hustle you
guys or anything, I swear.

I'm.
- Lucky 13's in this house?

- Yeah.

- Lucky 13 in the house!

- Lucky 13 in the house.

- Abby, can I get
a photo with you?

- No, guys, it wasn't really.

- Guys, guys, hey.

You're acting like
a bunch of fangirls.

- Get out of my way.

- You're a fangirl.

- She beat me.

You're a fangirl, move!

Shut up!

Get your ugly ass
face out of the way!

- You act like you're
so fucking innocent.

- Fuck you!

- How could he do that to Tessa?

- Jab.

Cross.

Why are you so happy?

- I don't know, I'm a
happy fighter, okay?

- No, no.

If you were actually
happy in the ring,

it would be so easy to just slap

that smirk off.
- It would disarm people.

- Jab, cross.

This time with
actual meaning to it.

- Okay, okay, I get
it, I'll be angry.

- Well, can you go?

Go now, go now!
- I'm angry, okay.

- Jab, cross, jab, cross.

Oh.

- Just like I've, I've
never dated anyone like him

but when I'm with him, I just,

sometimes feel like he
could be my forever person.

I don't know, he just
like makes me laugh

in this way that
like, I don't know,

like Travis makes you laugh.

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- That is bullshit.

- I don't know.

- Bitch, you know.

- Okay, yeah,
look, I will admit.

His physique is appealing.

- His
physique is appealing?

- Yes, his physique
is appealing.

But I've learned not
to court excitement

for the sake of excitement.

I mean, truthfully, he
seems a little crazy.

And we both know that the last
thing I need is more crazy.

- Absolutely.

- I.

Ugh.

- I believe that's
my side of the bed.

- I'm moving.

- Did you finish the homework?

- Yeah, just about.

You need any help?

- Nah, I'm good.

- Please tell me you're not
gonna clip your toenails in bed.

- So, I hear it's someone's
birthday in two days.

- You hear, or you eavesdropped?

That was between Mer and I.

- Ow!

- That was a
private conversation.

- That hurt.

- Well, it serves you right
for eavesdrop.

- Whoa-ho.

What did I just get
out of you there?

What are you, half bulldog?

- Well, you groped me.

- I did not grope
you, that was a poach.

Oh, you are a snort.

I didn't realize this.
- Mm, I'm not ticklish.

- Okay, don't.

Do you really wanna play this?

Okay.

- Come on.

- There we go.
- This is just.

- How do you think
this was gonna end?

- Get off me.

I'll fight you, you know,

I'll fight you.
- Fight?

Oh, you.

Ow!

You bit my cat.

- Oh, relax.

It was a nibble.

- Yeah, well it hurt.

- Oh, did it?

You loved it.

- I did kind of love it, yeah.

- Wait!

You good?

- Am I good?

- Mm-hm.

- No.

Um, I'm just confused.

- Where are you going?

- This is a joke.

- Oh, come on, Travis.

Don't you wanna talk about this?

- Talk about it, why?

You want to hear how I
really feel about you, Abby?

- No, I-I don't.

- Abby, then.

- Because I don't
feel the same way.

- You're lying.

- I'm not.

Travis, you're vulgar, you're
a brute, you're.

- Touch me.

I have to pee.

I'm sorry.

- Wait,
where you going?

I'm on the verge.

- I'll be right back.

- Babe, I'm on.

- What's going on?

- Shh.

- You okay?

- No, no, I'm not okay.

Um, Travis and I, we made
out kind of aggressively.

- Clarify.

- And then I grabbed,
he grabbed my.

I put his hand on my.

- Breast?

- No, lower.

- Oh.

- America, I don't
know what to do.

It's like, the logic
goes out of my head.

If I go back in there,

I'm not gonna be
able to stop myself.

- So you do like him.

- America, I think
I'm in love with him.

- Hey, Abby.

This is a totally
normal position

and I'm not flexing at all.

Hey, baby girl.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

She's okay, she's
okay, she's okay.

She's just nervous,

but I can help you
through your nervousness.

Don't read her like this.

It's too corny.

You're not toxic,
you're a cool guy.

You're really cool and strong.

Hi, Abby.

Give me a hug.

Oh, no, that's so scary.

- Travis?

- Yeah, no, I mean, he might
have a.

Guys.

Oh, hold up.

Where the hell have you been?

- Out.

- Jesus, you reek of alcohol.

- I got a cat.

I named him Tabby, he's a stray.

And I would kill for him,
and he would kill for me

unlike some people I
know in this house.

- That's the neighbor's
cat, Rumpleteazer.

- All right,
isn't this Tabby?

- I mean, brah, it's got
a collar right there.

- Shit.

Well.

- Hey, bud.

- The hell are you
still doing here?

- I was up all night
worried about you.

- That's rich.

Shouldn't you be worried about
your boyfriend or something?

- My boyfriend?

- Yeah, Mick.

That's right, I saw the
text on your computer.

Very nice, very nice.

Staying here while
he's texting you

"I love you, I miss you."

What a joke.

- Travis, Mick is my dad.

And how often are you going
through my text messages?

- "Can I come see
you?" would make sense.

So it was your dad?

No way.

That's terrible of me.

Well, I misinterpreted that.

That's great news.

- Is it great news?

Travis, you invaded my privacy

and then you turned
around and ghosted me.

Goodbye.

- Abby, wait, wait.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I-I was jealous, I messed up.

- No, Travis, you
didn't mess up.

If anything, you just showed
me who you really are.

- Abby, wait, can we talk?

- Bye.

- Hey.

- Did
anyone ever tell you

that you're a very cute sleeper?

- Hi, Parker.

- Hi.

Is Travis nearby?

Do I need to be worried?

- Ugh, no.

- It's been a while.

How-how have you been?

- Pretty shitty.

- Postmates?

- I would love that.

- So, I spent most
of fifth grade

with a broken leg that
they had to reset twice.

So I got to know the
doctors pretty well,

and realized that's
what I wanted to do

with the rest of my life.

- What kind of doctor
do you wanna be?

- Pediatric medicine.

- Right, yeah, of
course, because it's you.

- Anyway, that's
enough about me.

- What do you wanna
be when you grow up?

- I'm still trying
to figure it out.

Really good ramen.

- Do you wanna get out of here?

- Yes, yes, yes.

I'm saying yes a lot, but yes.

- It is right up here.

- We're not gonna
a show again, are we?

- I would not make
that mistake again.

Right through here.

- Why is it
so dark in here?

- Surprise!

- Whoo.

All right, everybody.

Get some drinks.

Get some shots.

Happy birthday, Abby.

- Thank you.

- Hey,
are you surprised?

- Yeah.

- Touchdown.

And, uh, nice work, doc.

- Were you in on this?

- Uh, only for the
last 10 minutes.

Shepley put out an APB for you.

- Babe, success, success.

Take some shots.

Told you this would work out,

did I not, I said it.
- You did, you really did.

Yeah.

- I'm gonna grab us a
drink and I will take this.

- Oh, thank you.

- How are you, birthday pal?
- Hi.

Thank you.

- Isn't this great?

- Yeah, yeah.

Who are all these people?

- Mm, no idea.

Travis got it in his head

that this was the only
way to say he was sorry

and then Shepley got
like really excited and,

and I couldn't talk
them off the ledge.

- There he is.

I should probably
go talk to Travis.

- Yeah.

Bye, little bird.

- You busy?

- Hey, it's the
almost birthday girl.

Surprised?

- Yeah, surprised is
an understatement.

You even recruited Parker.

- Well, he found you.

I should have known that you
guys would be hanging out.

- Well, I can trust him.

- Cool.

- Cool.

Um, well, I'm gonna.

- Yeah, have fun.

- Yeah.

- You okay?

- No.

I need to get fucked up.

- I can make that happen.

- Shot, shot,
shot, shot, shot.

- Whoo!

- Ooh!

- Oh, two.
- Oh.

- Shoot, oh, all right.
- Damn, girl.

- Whoo!

- It's that kind of night.

Oh.

- Oh.

- Slow down.

- I'm so sorry.

The line was interminable.

- Oh.

- I got, I got us merlots.

- Parker, concentrating.

- Uh.

- Why are you so good at this?

- I'll be over
there on the sofa.

- You played this before.

You played this.

- If you look at the health
care system under Obamacare,

we are obviously on
a collision course.

I know, it's bad.

Oh, come on.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Abby, Abby, Abby.

- You're good.

He's got.

- No, I don't want kids!

- What do you, what do you
mean you don't want kids?

It's.
- I don't want kids.

I don't wanna.
- Why?

I never knew this.

- I don't want any kids.

- I want like five kids.

- Five kids?
- Yes.

I want Ted Junior.

- Don't, who is Ted One?

- Millicent.

- I'm not a baby factory.
- This is,

this is like whole.

- And I'm not naming
my kid Millicent.

- This is the point of life.

- I hate Millicent.

- Well, I hate you.

- I hate you more.

- Are you okay?

- No.

No, it's over.

I'm never giving my heart
to anyone ever again.

- No!

No, don't say that.

You just need to dance.

You just need to dance
your troubles away.

Just do what I do.

Oh, hi.

- Babe, I am so sorry.

I don't know why I
said that out there.

- I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry.

Do you wanna go
and make outside?

- Yes, right now?

Yeah, let's go.
- Okay.

- Have fun.

- This has been great,
I'm gonna get out of here.

- No, come on, dance with me.

- I'm-I'm not in the mood.

- Oh, come on, loosen up.

Oh, I know.

I'm twerking.

- Uh.

- The boys like the twerking.

- No, no, you're not.

No, this is, uh, yeah.
- This is twerking.

Twerking.

- Yeah, yeah, it's good.

- Come on, have
fun, you're not fun.

Come on, loosen up, have fun.

Come on.

- He's in the back room.

- Excuse me.

- Travis?

The guy you're looking for.

- No, I came here with you.

- Wow!

Oh, you actually recoiled.

- You just caught me off guard.

- Be honest with yourself

and see this thing
through with Travis.

- He's not good for me.

- You keep telling
yourself that.

- Hello, hello.

Okay, thank you.

- Hey, what the
fuck are you doing?

You heard of alcohol poisoning?

You hit double
digits an hour ago.

- What are you, counting?

- Yeah, actually.

You've had enough for tonight.

- No.

- Have you got
anything to eat today?

- Yes, soup.

- Soup?
- Soup.

- Okay, well, that's
gonna end badly for you.

Stop drinking.

- No.

- You're
beyond stubborn.

- Oh, I'm so sorry

I'm not one of your
subservient little wenches.

- Do you know how hard
this was to put together?

I did all this for you.

- I didn't ask you
to do any of this.

- I-I know, that's the point.

I did it because
I care about you.

- Well, Travis, you're too late.

Tomorrow the bet's over, and
you never have to see me again.

- Shit.

Abby, wait.

- Go away!

- Stand still.

I, you're a mess.

Why are you running?

- You're a mess.

- I'm faster than you.
- No, no, no.

- Abby!

- Get off, no!

- Okay, okay, okay.

- You know, you
are such a coward.

You're such a coward.
- You're not making any sense.

- No, you're not.

You just run away from me.

Rather than ask me who Mick was.

You just-you just run away
and then you just throw me

this really big surprise
birthday party for my birthday.

And you think it's
all gonna be okay

where I don't even know anybody.

And then you just
ignore me all night.

And you think I'm just
gonna forgive you?

Because you throw me this really
big surprise birthday party

for my birthday where
I don't know anybody.

- You said that already.

- Stop telling me what to do!

- Okay, okay.

First off, I did
apologize to you

and I tried to have a
conversation with you too.

But you ran off to
the fucking library

only to show up
later with Parker

and then proceed to
get beyond fucked up.

So, pidge, you're gonna
have to walk away from me

because I can't
walk away from you.

Beautiful.

- When did I have noodles?

I think I'm done.

- Okay.

- Oh, sorry.

- Oh, you're all right.

Well, I sure hope you're done.

I'm not sure if you
have anything left
in there to throw up.

- Hey, you wanna make out?

- Not really, no.

I don't.

You know what the best
part about this is, pigeon?

- Hm.

- You're not gonna
remember any of this.

- I'm not?

- No.

So when I tell you that
I'm madly in love with you.

- I won't remember.

- But I really mean it.

- Hm.

Do you wanna go to
International House of Pancakes

and get pancakes?

Yeah?

You wanna go?

I love pancakes.
- Oh, man, what a great idea.

I'm gonna get you up.
- Do you wanna go?

- I'm gonna stand you up.
- Oh, I wanna go to pancakes.

Okay, I want pancakes.

- I got you a clean
shirt instead,

I'll be back.
- Thank you, that's very nice.

- Um.

- I'm a monster.

- Okay, let me help you.

- I'm stuck out here.

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

- Okay, there we
go, put this on.

- Turn around.

I'm decent.

Just kidding.

Oh, my God.

- I got you.
- Put your shirt on.

- I got you.
- Put it on.

- I'm putting it on.

- Okay.

- Okay, it's on.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, I can't trust.

- I got you again.

- You did, you got me,

and I really wanna look again,

but you should
put your shirt on.

- I'm a little
prankster tonight.

- You are very
silly, I'll say that.

Okay, you did it,
I'm so proud of you.

I'm gonna get you
some water, okay?

I'll be back.
- That's so nice.

Thank you,

you're really nice.
- I'm very sweet.

- Thanks.
- Who's your daddy?

- Hey, baby.

- Hi, Mick.

- How are you?

- It's my birthday.

I was just wondering
if you were gonna call.

- I know it's your birthday.

I, uh, I wanted to come see you

but I have no idea
where you are.

- I'm in
college in Sacramento.

- How's college?

How are you doing?

- I'm good.

I'm good.

- I haven't talked to you

and I-I-I really
miss talking to you.

- Pidge?

- Oh, I have to go.

I love you, Dad, bye.

What time is it?

- One.

- In the afternoon?

How am I not hung over?

- Well, I forced
a liter of water

down your throat along
with two ibuprofens

before you went to sleep.

What?

- It's just that one
night, you're drunk.

Then the next night, I'm drunk.

- Yeah, we're not
really in sync, are we?

- We're like a disaster.

- You know,

just thinking we can
kick this birthday off

with some breakfast in bed.

- I would love a coffee.

- Coming right up.
- Thank you.

Oh.

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

You know I was thinking
since it's my birthday

and our last night
together as roommates

that maybe we do
something special.

- What do you have in mind?

- Let's look in
the magic drawer.

A foot massage.

- Anything you want.

Too much?

- No, it's good, it's good.

It's really good.

Do it again.

Okay, okay.

Maybe lighter.

Maybe lighter,

lighter, lighter.
- Okay, okay, okay.

- Yeah.

That's good.

My calf's kind of hurting.

- And you want me to?

- Yes, please.

Yeah, that feels good.

- Is there anyone else do
you want me to massage?

- Here.

And,

maybe here.

- Come here.

Take this off.

Come here.

Come here.

- Works for me.
- Mm-hm.

Now take these off.

- Yeah, I'll try.

Okay.

Yeah, look at me.

- One.

- Two.

I got impatient.

- Are you okay?

- Uh-huh.

Is it in?

- Is it in?

- I got you.

- Yeah, you did.

- Shut up and just kiss me.

- Well, you've
exhausted me officially.

I think I'm gonna go to sleep.

Good night, Abby.

- Good night, Travis.

- Abby?

Abby Abernathy.

Good morning.

- Good morning.

Can I help you?

- Uh, this might sound weird,

but I'm gonna need
you to come with me.

- Yeah, no, that's
not going to happen.

- What if I asked nicely?

- Have a nice day.

- It's about your dad.

- My dad?

- Yeah.

- What about him?

- He's placing
bad bets and owes my boss.

They're gonna break his legs
if you don't come with me.

- What?
- Hey.

- There you guys are,
where have you been?

- What's going on, man?

Just geez.

- Abby's disappeared.

Now help me look for
a clue or anything.

- First of all,
don't yell at me.

Second of all, there's a lot
about Abby that you don't know.

- I know everything.

I know that she's Lucky 13,

and now I know that she packed
her mattress full of money.

- Hang on, I'm
tracking her location.

She's headed to Vegas.

- Vegas?

- This isn't good.

Wait, hey, that's my phone!

- Buy yourself a new one.

- Dick.

- What?

- Hey.

- Hey.

Hey, Mick.

- I'm sorry.

- How much do you owe Benny?

- A hundred grand.

- $100,000, Dad?
- I know, I know.

- Are you kidding me, Dad?

- I'm doing all
this stuff, I swear.

I'm-I'm doing Gamblers
Anonymous and Debtors Anonymous.

I've-I've complete.
- It works if you work it.

Isn't that what they say, Mick?

Hello, Abby.

How's your game?

- I'm retired.

- Oh, Abigail, anonymous
college student.

Well, uh, for your
father's sake,

I hope it's a short time
because he owes me 100 grand

by midnight tonight.

- Come on.

Your own dad wouldn't
even lend him any money.

You know he has a problem.

- Unlike my father,
may he rest in peace,

I'm not running a daycare,
I'm running a business.

- Well, 100 grand by
tonight is impossible.

- We both know,
with your talent,

you can make that in a day.

I used to watch you win 30
grand in 30 minutes underground.

Who do you think
you're talking to?

- I'm underage.

- If I get caught, I have
to drop out of college.

- You've lived here
long enough, kiddo.

You know how to
avoid getting caught.

- There has to be another
way that we can handle this.

- There it is, but
you're not gonna like it.

- Hey, hey!

- No, no, no, no, please no!
- I'll do it, I'll do it!

- Good to see you
again, Abigail.

Mick.

Hey, enough with the buffet.

Get her a room.

Leave her the fuck alone.

Let's go.

Come on, take the top off.

What are you doing here?

- Wow, wow, wow.

- Did you do what I asked?

- Yeah, just like
you instructed.

Are you sure you
wanna stay here?

There are bigger
whales at the Bellagio.

- They'll recognize me there.

I'm trying to stay
under the radar.

- Anything else, Your Majesty?

- Yeah, give the waitress 200

to start watering down my drinks

and go wait outside
until I call you.

- You got it.

- Hey.

Are you guys playing poker?

- No, it's roulette.

- There's a minimum
buy-in of five grand.

- Ooh, okay, Lion King.

- Look at you, you look nice.

But this is a high-stakes room.

Do yourself a favor and
go to the main floor

and pick out a
shiny slot machine.

- I can't go back
to the main floor.

You see, I'm at this
bachelorette party

and Cheryl invited
this twat, Terry,

who hates me because Lyle
finger-banged me on Halloween,

which in my defense I thought
that they were separated.

Where's my vibrator?

- Huh?

- Psst, is this a good hand?

What's up with the
silent treatment?

Hey, Cliff, I like
your tiger shirt.

Or is it cheetah?

- Can you be quiet?

- Can I be quiet?

Can you be quiet?

I'm as quiet as a mouse.

Asshole, say what?

- What?

- Exactly.

I've got two black cards.

Is that good?

- You gotta show your hand.

- The cards!

- You gotta be kidding me.

- Hey, Cliff.

Rawr.

Okay, well, I'm gonna go
meet up with my peeps.

It's been real, fellas.

And like my dad used to say,

if you can't spot the chump
in the first 30 seconds,

then you're the chump.

Bye.

- Ma'am?

You in the blue dress?

Stop.

I gotcha.

- Jesse.

- I totally got you.
- Hi.

- Come here.

- Oh, you scared me.

- I bet I did.

- Yeah.

- Jesus,
you look fantastic.

- Thank you.

So do you.

- Thanks.

Yeah, security, right?

- Great.

- Man, I knew I should
have asked you to prom.

- Right?
- For real.

- Um, well, I have a, I
have a thing to get to.

- Oh, yeah, right.

- Can I call you?

- Yeah, I would love that.

I have the same number.

- Yeah, I'll give you a call.

We'll hang out later.

- Awesome.

Just one more thing.

- Yeah?

- I'm gonna need you
to give me these chips.

- Excuse me?

- Come on, Abby.

You're underage.

You know you can't gamble
when you're underage.

It's illegal.

I don't wanna see
you get in trouble.

- Jesse, please.

I-I need this money.

- This is my job.

And I would hate to
see you go to jail.

Abby, give me the chips.

I'll totally cover you
with my boss, okay?

Call me.

- Hey.

- It's Abby.

Are you at the club?

- Why, are you okay?

- I got caught.

- What?

- Listen to me, Dad.

Get out of the club.

Get out of town.

Don't use your cell phone.

Don't use any of
your credit cards

and text me when you get
a burner phone, okay?

We'll figure it out.

- I guess
I'll leave tonight.

I'll hike to Denver.

- I'm so sorry, Dad.

I let you down.

- You called me.

You said you had my money.

- I had your money,

and then it was taken
from me by Jesse Viveros.

- And that is my problem how?

Where's Mick?

- He's gone, but we'll find him.

- Just go find Jesse.

Jesse has your money.

- I'm not a charity,
and I don't run errands.

- Shit.

- You know what?

Abby, I like you.

You're nice.

So why don't you?

- What are you doing?

- Oh, I'm gay.

Trust me, you're not my type.

I will sponsor all of
your entrance fees.

The legal age in
California is 18,

and we'll split
the profits 50-50.

- Well, I don't wanna
play poker for a living.

I just wanna go to college.

- I'm offering you a compromise.

- Abby!

- What the fuck?
- Travis?

- Security.
- Are you okay?

- Hey, you got to
leave right now, okay?

- What?

- Travis?

- That's your one.

- You're good.

- Taxi.
- Call me, bro.

- Pigeon?

Pigeon?

Where are you going?

What the heck?

- Don't talk to me.

- Why?

Where are we going?

Will you talk to me?

Abby, stop!

- What?

What do you want?

- I, uh.

- Do you have any idea
what you just did?

- I wasn't gonna
let them hurt you.

- They weren't hurting
me, I was fine.

I was handling it on my own.

- How am I supposed to know

when you keep
everything a secret?

I had to track you down
to a strip club in Vegas.

One day you're
dressed like a nun,

and then you're wearing this.

Who the hell are you?

- God.

- I love you.

- You love me?

You don't know me.

- That's not true.

Whatever you're going
through, we can figure it out.

- I don't wanna figure it out.

I've had enough
crazy in my life.

I don't want any more crazy.

And Travis, you make me crazy!

Shit!

Get it out, get it out.

- I'm trying.

- Shit.

Come here.

I'm so horny, I'm so horny.

- I'll try!

Okay, I'm trying, I'm trying!

- Oh, shit.

- Hey, what the fuck
is going on over there?

- Get these off.

What's wrong with your button?

- Hey, keep it down,
we're trying to sleep.

- Oh, oh, my gosh.

I'm so sorry, you all right?

I-I-I just needed

to take off my shoe.
- It's okay, come here.

Aw.

- Hey, knock it off!

- Jesus.

- What's
going on over there?

- No.

Go back.
- Yeah.

- Oh, no, in here.

- Yeah.

- Take this off.

Help me get it.

- Yeah.

- No.

- Do you mind?
- Okay.

- Yeah, put it in.

- I don't think it's in.

- I-I don't think it's
in, I don't think.

- It's not in.

- Ow!

- Oh, sorry.

- Ow, okay, okay.

Yeah, no, hold on,
let's switch, switch.

- Ow!

- I can't feel anything.

- No, no.

- Let's get out of here.

- Okay.

- Abby, Mick
still owes me 100 grand

and it's on you.

Call me.

Abby.

- No, it's her boyfriend.

Look, I-I know that
she owes you money,

but I think I have a way
to get it back to you.

- I'm listening.

- Travis?

What?

- Pigeon, don't be mad.

I worked out a deal with Benny.

I'm gonna fight for him
tonight and settle your debt.

You and your dad
are off the hook.

I left a rental car
in the parking garage

for you to get home.

I'll be back before you know it.

- Shit.

- It's Travis,
you know what to do.

- Hey, it's me, call me back.

You have no idea what
you've gotten yourself into.

- I see you found my new car.

Pretty sick, right?

- Yeah, it's nice.

Tons of room in
there, I like that.

- Yeah, man.

- So it went okay?

- Oh, she told me about it.

Handed over the
chips, no problem.

So what do you think
she's gonna do now?

She gonna start working
for Benny or what?

- Ah, yeah,

I don't think she has much
of a choice at this point.

One of the greatest things
that I ever heard is

if you don't spot the chump
in the first 30 seconds,

then you are the chump.

I, uh, I wanna come see you

but I have no idea
where you are.

- I'm in college.

- It's about your dad.

- Mick still owes me 100
grand by midnight tonight.

- I'm gonna need you
to give me these chips.

- Get out of the club,
get out of town, okay?

We'll figure it out.

- I guess I'll leave
tonight, I'll hike to Denver.

- You know, Abby, she's
looking pretty hot.

- Can you not talk
about my daughter, thanks.

- No, no, I know.

I was just like, "Dang."

- Ho, Abby, what are you.
- You son of a bitch.

- What are you doing?

- How's Denver, Mick?

- What the hell?

Aw.

Shit.

Obviously, I'm not in Denver.

That's not what I meant.

I'm going to Den, ow!

- You have two
seconds to come clean.

- To come clean about wha-ow!

- You, Benny, Jesse,
you guys set me up

from the beginning, didn't you?

- Abby, Abby, I.

- You don't owe Benny
any fucking money.

- Look at me, I'm
an old fucking man.

I can't play as good
as you play, okay?

And I need money, I
need money to live.

- Then get a job
like a normal person.

- I know this doesn't
look good, okay?

I get it.

This does not look good.
- Yeah, right, yeah.

- I love you.

- Get out.

Get out!
- Okay.

- Get out!

Out of my life.

Get out!

- Can I get my bag?

- Get out!

- Abby!

- It's Travis,
you know what to do.

- Travis, call me back.

You don't have to fight.

No one owes Benny anything.

- And now, for the
first event this evening

we have something very special,

the challenger, Travis
"Mad Dog" Maddox!

- Man, when you said
come out to Vegas,

I thought you
meant the Bellagio.

- Hey, I'm gonna fuck
your mother, all right?

Mad Dog.

- Thanks, yeah.

Well, she's dead, so you can't.

- The lockdown
is about to begin

in five, four, three, two.

- Is there any way
I can?

- Whore, whore!
- Okay.

Okay, I'm going, I'm going.

- And now, the
champion, Chernobyl!

- What the fuck.

- You're going to die.

- Thank you.

- Whoever dies, loses.

- Chernobyl, Chernobyl.

- How's it going?

- Chernobyl, Chernobyl.

- Awesome.

- Come on, can we go?

Please.

- Shut up!

- This is gonna suck.

- Yeah, wow.

- Let the battle begin.

- Yeah, there you go.

There you go.

- Come on!
- Whoo-hoo.

- What?

Stay in it.

Nice, way to go.

There you go!

- Here, I'll pay for him.

- Nice kick!

There you go, there you go.

Nice, give him the combo.

- No
bitch, Chernobyl.

- You can't use a chain.

What is this?

- Ref!

Stop the fight.

This is bullshit.

Come here, you son of a bitch.

- Can I get
through, please?

- No, whoa!

- Oh, shit.

That's my boy, man.

- Shit.

- Shit, fire!

- Fire, fire!

- Oh, God!

- Hey.

- Abby?

- Hi.

- Shepley, come on.

- Come on.

- Come on.

- I talked to Shepley
and he's fine.

I'll be on the first
flight to Vegas tomorrow.

Hey, just a thought,

but maybe you wanna check
into the Mirage or the Luxor.

I-I hear they have deals.

- It's fine.

Benny's not gonna do anything.

His scam didn't work out
and no one owes him a dime.

Mer, you just have to trust me.

Bye.

- I don't know if I ever
wanna leave this bed, pigeon.

- Hey, Travis?

- Hm?
- Why do you call me pigeon?

- You don't know
what a pigeon is?

- Yeah, it's an annoying bird
that craps on people's heads.

- No.

It's a dove, an
attractive girl, a.

- A winning hand in poker.

- See?

You're my pigeon.

- I'm an exhausted pigeon.

- I bet.

- You?

- I'm gonna stay up
for a little while.

- Oh.

Are you scared I'm
gonna disappear again
if you go to sleep?

- It crossed my mind.

- I love you.

I love you, Travis Maddox.

- You love me?

- It's the tattoos.

- They're pretty cool.

Sure you wanna do this?

- Dude, I
was born to ride.

- You got some brain
damage back there.

- I love you, Mommy.

Hey, I'll see you
back at the ranch.

- What?

- Corn.

Ah, let's see what
this puppy can do.

- Is he gonna be okay?

- Yee-ha!

- No.

- I need to
get me one of these.

Whoo!

- Whose bag is this?

- Jesse's.

- Who's Jesse?
- I love this thing.

- Doesn't matter.

- Does Jesse have a shirt?

- He might.

- He does have a shirt.

- Hey.

- It's not my favorite style.

A little loud but.

He also has a ton
of money in here.

- Actually, no, that's my money.

- You won this?

- Yeah.

Told you I'm good.
- Yeah.

So then, this is yours too?

- Mm-hm.

- You have great taste.

Here's to you.

Ow.

- Here's to us.

- How's my face?

- Ooh.

You look better already.

Vegas for another night?

- That would be a disaster.

Let's do it.