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(ROULETTE WHEEL SPINNING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

So,

what are you
gonna do for me?

We're going to be
straight that I've had it.

What do you say
to the fact that...

I'm gonna die?

I'm going to miss you.

Fuck that.

I won't know about that.

I need to know

what you're worth
when I leave you nothing.

Who wants the world
at their feet?

It's confusing, isn't it?

I'll do the best I can.
You can go knowing that, okay?

(INHALES)

You're me now...

If you'll have it.

(INAUDIBLE)

(BLUES MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(LOCK BEEPS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(MAN LAUGHING)

DEALER: $10,000?

(SIGHS)

Player wins.

$20,000?

Player wins.

$40,000?

Player wins.

Again.

Again!

(TAPPING)

Double it. Make it $80,000.

Come on. Mister Lee can cover
a lot more than that, buddy.

You must be new. Double it!

DEALER: $80,000.

I hope you paid
your rent, homes.

I don't pay rent, homes.

What's up, man?
You got a problem?

Issue of some kind?

Yeah, I don't like
your fucking hat.

(LAUGHS)

You know, I think
you kinda wanted me to have an issue,

so I thought
of that one.

I'll see you
outside, my friend.

Oh, we all got to go
outside sometime, brother.

This place is just a dream.
You a gambler?

Not like you.

You want to fuck around
or you want to cut cards

for my last $500?

I'll put 10 grand
against your $500.

I haven't got 10 grand.
That's an unequal bet.

It's a unequal
general situation. (CHUCKLES)

Well, fuck it.
Get a deck.

(SHUFFLING CARDS)

(LAUGHS)

That's funny, no?

I thought you wanted
my business card.

Congratulations.

I know you.

I think you're
the kind of guy that likes to lose.

Life's a losing
proposition, right?

You might as well
get it over with.

Need a stake? You like staking losers?
Need a stake? You like staking losers?

I know how
you guys stake people.

(CHUCKLES)

Then you know everything.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

MISTER LEE:
Your luck is no good tonight.

JIM: Oh, that depends,

if you give me
another $10,000 credit.

(MUTES TV)

You came in
with $10,000 in cash.

You didn't give it to me.

Well, I mean, this is
a gambling establishment.

(MISTER LEE CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

Have I ever
not paid you?

Eventually a debt
gets too big to pay.

You owe me $240,000

and I want it
in seven days.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

NEVILLE: He took it, man.
(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

JIM: Stake me 50 grand.

At 20 points.

Give him 50 grand.

(BRIEFCASE LOCK CLICKS)

You make sure my man
over here has your digits and so forth.

I feel better
about your hat.

(SNICKERS)

This motherfucker.

There's 40. I'm going to
keep back 10, okay?

You know, you can
take the whole 50 against my vig,

but this is a
gambling establishment.

I came to play.

(WOMAN TALKING KOREAN)

Just one blue
$10,000 marker, please.

JIM: No, no.

Don't look at anyone.
You look at me. Just do it.

DEALER: 21.

Another satisfied customer.

Let's play the two.

DEALER: $20,000?

He doesn't want you
to look at him.

Just keep dealing the cards.

DEALER: $40,000.

I'm good.

Take it.

Player wins.

JIM: Don't look at him.
There's no limit.

He wants to fuck
or fight, and I'm not interested in either.

So, please,
just deal the cards.

It's for
your protection. For my protection?

(CHUCKLES)

Fuck my protection.
You don't come here

for fucking protection
from yourself.

You come for
the fucking opposite.

And here I am.
So, please, deal the cards.

Thank you.

DEALER: $80,000.

(SIGHS)

DEALER: Player wins.

CROUPIER: No more bets.

You got me feeling lucky.

I'm putting everything
on black.

Red's been
coming up all night.

You want me
to pay you now?

Is that what
you want me to do?

NEVILLE: No. JIM: Why not?
NEVILLE: No. JIM: Why not?

Maybe I enjoy
watching the show.

What about ripping me off
outside if I win?

Not in that business, brother.

JIM: Everything on black.
(CROWD GASPS)

CROUPIER: No more bets.

Nineteen, red.
(CROWD SIGHS)

Float me some spending money.

That's at 20 points, too.

(MAN VOCALIZING)
(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

(CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(JIM SIGHS)

(SCOFFS)

First public notice that was
ever made of Shakespeare

was from a Grub Street writer,
Robert Greene,

who called him
an "upstart crow

"beautified with
our feathers,"

in the book...
(SNAPS FINGER)

In the book,
under that title on the board.

Is the beautified feathers
thing because

Greene knew that Shakespeare
was the Earl of Oxford?

Absolutely...

Not.
(ALL LAUGHING)

JIM: Not even close!

I...

The Earl of Oxford
published poetry, okay?

And it wasn't any good.

I mean, had Oxford been
able to get a play put on,

he'd have broken
a leg to do it.

I mean, can you think
of any human being

that would, for any reason,

not put his name on Hamlet?

The Oxfordian thing.
The anti-Stratfordian thing.

What pisses people off
about Shakespeare...

What lies behind
every controversy

about Shakespeare

is rage.

Rage over the nature

and unequal
distribution of talent.

The rage that genius appears

where it appears
for no material reason at all.

(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

JIM: Desiring a thing

cannot make you have it.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

Now, the trouble with writing,

if I may bring it up here
in the English Department...

(ALL CHUCKLE)

...is we all do a little of it
from time to time, writing.

And some of us start to think,
delusionally,

maybe with a little time,

a little peace,
a little money in the bank,

and you get that room
of your own,

you think, "Well, shit,

"I might be a writer, too."

I mean,
we accept genius in sports

as something we cannot do.

But it's no more likely that
you could be a writer that

you could be what?
An Olympic pole-vaulter?

Because what you have to be

before you try
to be a pole-vaulter...

Hello! Is a pole-vaulter, no?

(ALL CHUCKLE)

Yeah! STUDENT: You are one.
Yeah! STUDENT: You are one.

A pole-vaulter?
A novelist.

No, I am not.
For me to be a novelist,

I would have to make
a deal with myself,

that it was okay being
a mediocrity in a profession

that died commercially
in the last century.

All right, people do that.
I am not one of them.

If you take away nothing else
from my class,

from this experience,
let it be this...

If you're not a genius,
don't bother, all right?

The world needs
plenty of electricians,

and a lot of them are happy.

I'll be fucked if
I'll be a mid-list novelist

getting good reviews

from the people
I give good reviews to.

Let's have a look at Dexter.
Dexter!

An ordinary-looking young man
with a what?

Size 40 jacket,
regular features,

and decent dentition,

is the second-ranked
collegiate tennis player

in the United States
of America.

How did that
come about, Dexter?

You come from a tennis family?

Well, I mean, uh,

I started playing
five years ago in high school

'cause the tennis guys
have the best weed.

(ALL LAUGH)

After you started tennis,
how long was it

before you were better
than everybody?

Before I was better
than everybody,

or before I knew it?

What happened when you noticed

you were naturally
better than everybody?

I...

I got interested in the game.

That is an IQ break point,
brother. Right there!

Do you remember Machiavelli?

That would have
been in September.

(CHUCKLES)

Man.

I can remember September.

(ALL LAUGH)
All right.

Is it the game,
brother, or the money?

Huh?

Virtu or fama?
Fame or virtue?

What are you after?

Don't go modest on me.
What do you want?

Both.

You got ambitious, yeah?

DEXTER: I realized,
as I learned about the game,

that I was in reach of...

In reach of...

In reach of...

Highest level?

Highest level, yeah.

Highest level.

But it's still a gamble,
isn't it?

Look,
I'm a literature teacher.

I can't write
well enough to bother,

or I just don't bother,
whichever.

Whichever it is, there'll be
no apotheosis around here.

There'll be no
"Vae, puto, deus fio!"

around here.

That's what Emperor Vespasian
said on his deathbed,

"Dear me,
I think I'm becoming a god."

But do you know who does write
at the highest level?

When most of us
and even I...

Even I write barely
adequately?

Do you know who it is?

In this room. Who is it?

Don't give me that look.
No, no, no, no, no.

It isn't the one
who talks the most.

You're an NPR host, tops.
(ALL CHUCKLE)

Okay?

The literary person in here

is Miss Phillips.

She's the least obstreperous
in this room,

the quietest,

and the only one

who can have
a real career at letters.

Some of you can
have one perceptually.

Only she can have
one in reality.

She is better at writing

than our U.S. presently
amateur number two

is at tennis.

Yet she chooses to hide,

or just blend in
with the rest of you.

Why?

Why is that, Miss Phillips?

I...

Being in the middle
is the safest place to be.

Where do you come from?

Ohio. JIM: Ohio.
Ohio. JIM: Ohio.

Parents are geniuses,
by any chance?

Filthy rich?

No.

Well, your dad wasn't
the Earl of Oxford, was he?

AMY: No.

No?

How old were you
when you read?

I was two.

Two? Well, that's early.
That's prodigious.

Any advantages?
Literary home life?

Mmm.

Who's your father?

Well...

He worked in a factory.

Well, your mother?

I don't...

What was...
She was an alcoholic.

She was insane.

Wait, wasn't your dad...

I don't see
how this is pertinent.

No money,

no advantages,
no peer of the realm.

You're not the Earl of Oxford,
are you?

No?

Then why are you better
than the rest of us?

No, you look at me.

You are better
than the rest of us.

If no one's told you yet
you're a genius and an artist,

let me be the first.

STUDENT: Okay. I don't know
if you can say that.

'Cause I think
it's subjective, man.

I mean, we all have
something to offer.

Bullshit.

Genius is magical,
not material.

If you don't have the magic,

no amount of wishing
will make it so.

Miss Phillips,

if you plan to continue
to come to my class,

you sit in the front
where you belong

or don't bother showing up.

Have a nice day.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

WOMAN: So, I mean, if you
can step in in some way, I...

Dean Fuller?

May I have a word?

More words?

The athletic department
has asked

how a certain person is doing.

You mean the certain person
who cannot stay off his phone?

I mean, you do realize
that this certain person

cannot write
at a high school level,

never mind a collegiate one.

That doesn't matter though,
right? I mean, come on.

Half the fucking
tenured faculty would be

flogged to death for idiocy
at ordinary grammar school,

in any previous century, so...

Why would it matter?

Why do you care about that

if you don't care
about anything?

You're probably right.

(FOLK MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(SIGHS)

(TENNIS BALL BOUNCING)

(EXHALING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(CROWS CAWING)

(GRUNTS)

(FENCE JANGLES)

(SOFTLY) Motherfucker!

(EXHALES)

I'll never beat you,
Mr. Dexter.

But if you ever give me
a point again,

I'll fire you.

Good luck in the finals.

Thank you, ma'am.

Why do you need the money?

If you were escaping
for a purpose,

maybe I'd buy it.

Well, going on as I am
is the only thing I've got.

That's sophistical.

It's beneath you. (DOG BARKS)
It's beneath you. (DOG BARKS)

I think you would agree
that modification is possible.

Do you?

(SCOFFS)

I know you're in real trouble.

I know this is all connected
to your grandfather's death.

But you're not
narcissistic enough to

put on a show,
nor are you an adolescent.

And I think it goes
without saying

that you're far from stupid.

You're my son.

But you have to understand...

(GROWLING)

...I've said good-bye before
to people I love.

Yeah, whatever did
happen to Dad?

I have done it many,
many times.

I don't want to know
the nature of your problem.

I just want you
not to have it anymore.

I'm not giving you any more.

(KISSES)

(CELL PHONE CHIMING)

Hey.

(MUFFLED CHIMING)

(FOLK MUSIC PLAYING)

You Jim Bennett?

JIM: Yeah.
Get in.

(HORNS HONKING)

Big Ernie.

You're not that big.

I'm not talking about
my jacket, brother.

(CHUCKLES)

You know,
with all due respect,

I'm not interested
in your johnson, so...

Sure you are.

It has been so
since the Greeks.

I, uh...

I can't argue
with that, I guess.

(ENGINE REVVING)

A friend of mine says
that you're a teacher.

I'm associate professor.

The amount of cash
you want is more than

I am ordinarily disposed
to loan out, unless, say,

you're a medium-sized
country with the ability

to raise taxes under
the threat of military force.

Or...

a Eurotrash cokehead

who has a father
that can be squeezed

after the little prick's
micro-budget sci-fi film

doesn't get picked up
at Sundance.

Are you following me?

You have family
that can be squeezed?

I'm saying that rhetorically.

Let's just deal
with this as gentlemen,

who understand
each other, please.

FRANK: No.

I need for us
to treat each other

like we're not gentlemen

and that we're very,
very stupid.

Okay. There's no family.
There's never any family.

What do you make?
$100,000, $150,000 a year?

$200,000 before taxes?

What's wrong with you?
You got brain damage?

Some fundamental disability?
$200,000 is a monk!

And you, a monk,

owe that Korean
son of a bitch,

that prince
of fucking darkness,

that much already.

And then another $50,000,

excluding the vig,
to Neville Baraka,

who will kill you,
because when you cut cards

he got the king of spades
and you laughed at him.

You're pretty well informed.

You borrowed 50K
from a very dangerous man

after he was already
going to kill you.

Yes, I did.

Birth, education,
intelligence, talent,

looks, family money,

has all this been
some real comprehensive

fucking burden for you?

I see two problems.

One, the world at his feet,
in this town,

and he's a fucking monk

because,
apparently, "Fuck it."

Two, he wants
to dance with the devil

for some unspecified reason,

and therefore owes money
to Korean murderers,

and talks about
a schvartze's hat

in a place where
you can get killed,

and they merely
drop your body up

the Angeles Crest.

Three, he wants to borrow

a quarter of a million
dollars to pay off debts,

which he will, in fact,
not pay off because,

to go back to
point two, he's suicidal.

Just let me know
what you can do

for me, all right?

If I help you
consolidate these debts,

even at a lesser load,

do you think
that I will be anyone

you want to fuck up the ass?

Am I likelier
to be fucked up the ass?

Less likely, I imagine.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

I'm not your doctor.

I'm not your
cognitive therapist.

But let me be your uncle.

You have to pay 10% a week.

I know what I have to do.

Where you going
to get my money?

I'll get the money.

How much you want?

I am $260,000 all in.

When's the last time
you had money in your hand

to pay a debt and paid it?

Don't fuck with me.

This will be the first time
when you pay, am I right?

That's right.

We're not done.

(FRANK CLEARS THROAT)

I need something from you.

What, collateral?

No.

I need you to tell me,

"I need this money because
I am a scumbag gambler.

"I am a scumbag gambler

"who is drowning
in his own shit.

"That's the kind of man
I am, Frank.

"And I want you to loan me,
a dying, suicidal asshole,

"a lot of money."

That's too much to
remember. Repeat it.

Well, I'll make it
simpler for you.

You want this money,
you tell me,

"I am not a man."

Say it.

Say, "I am not a man."

(DOOR OPENS)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INHALES SHARPLY)

Yes?

AMY: Did you mean
what you said?

About me having talent?

JIM: Is there something
you don't get about

"A++, see me"?

AMY: Then you never see me.

Yeah, well,
I don't want to see you.

Because I've seen you
in your other life?

No.

No, it isn't that.

Oh.

JIM: Do you know why
I'm in trouble here?

Because I tell the truth.
That's what I do.

Do you want me
to split the atom,

succumb to velocity,
and tell you the truth?

Physiology doesn't lie.
Everything else does.

Everybody else does.

Physiology doesn't.

It's post-intellectual.
(SIGHS)

What are you trying
to say to me?

I'm not in any position
to say anything.

Try.

Why should I try?

Because what you said before.

I need you to leave.

Right now. All right,
this is not happening.

I'm serious. Go.
You have to go.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

I want you to sign this.

Absolutely fucking not.

I want you to fucking sign it.

Look, I am not
being dramatic, okay?

But that was somebody else.

You are being dramatic.

Which is fine, because
the novel's basically okay,

but that's what you are,
a dramatist.

Did you write this
because you believed in it,

or because you thought
this is what people wanted?

(BOOK THUDS)

Well, what do
you propose we move on to?

When was the last time

that somebody told you
that you're a genius?

We're not having
this conversation.

I want to go to a restaurant.

There's a whole bunch
of things

I don't do anymore,
and that's...

kind of up there.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(JAZZ SONG PLAYING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

(PHONE BEEPS)

Guy with no money speaking.
How may I direct your call?

NEVILLE:
I'm reading your book.

Not bad.

If you want
to get into producing,

there's only about
a hundred grand against it

at Warner Brothers.

Good script.
I know the guy who did it.

(NEVILLE LAUGHING)

It's an indie at best.

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

Yeah.
That's what they thought.

I hear you went to
Little Frankie for some money.

He wouldn't loan it to you.

Well, you heard wrong, because
he did try to loan it to me

and I didn't take it.

You didn't like the terms?

No, the terms
weren't acceptable.

But you're in to me.

And I ain't Fannie Mae.
Ain't no bailouts.

Oh, yeah, then why'd you loan
me the money?

A gamble between two players
who like to play.

Me and you.

Double header.

Let me give you
a bit of advice here.

What's that?

You owe somebody money,
you don't fuck around.

I want the money by Monday.

I'll take that car of yours.
Consider it collateral.

(PROJECTOR CLICKS)

JIM: In The Stranger...

(STUDENT COUGHS)
(CELL PHONE BUZZES)

...Camus's protagonist
fires five shots.

The sixth shot of the revolver

he is reserving,
symbolically, for himself.

Noticing that, originally,

is why I'm here now.

(SIGHS)

Lamar.

Lamar.

You're taking notes
or you're texting?

You have anything
you want to add?

What do you think?

Uh...

Well...

Maybe the dude had a hammer

on an empty chamber
or something,

or a weird French piece
that only took five.

No, my idea works better
if he has a full six.

I don't understand suicide.

Well, that's because
you're happy.

You got a BMW M1.
How you unhappy?

Do I look happy?

(ALL CHUCKLE)

JIM: I'm not happy.

You know why?

Because I'm teaching
the Modern Novel

to a classroom
full of students

who don't give a fuck.

You know,

you really should have gone
for American Realism.

I mean, let's have
more fucking realism.

I mean, shouldn't I be
teaching you things?

Nah, I should.
I know all you're here for

is a sufficiency
of English credits,

but, Jesus, if I'm here,

I ought to be
doing better. Right?

I could stand here
stark naked...

...and I could yell
as loud as I want,

and nobody cares.

When you leave here today,
call your parents,

and tell them you apologize
for wasting their time,

and more importantly,
wasting their money,

sitting in this classroom,
learning absolutely nothing.

Let's start fresh.

Let's clean
the slate right now.

Let me introduce myself.

My name is James Bennett.

I'm here pretending to teach.

And you've been here
pretending to learn.

This is what I
want you to do. Write down

that he saves the sixth shot
symbolically for himself.

You're not going to find
a reference anywhere, okay?

Because I am the only one
who thought of it, all right?

It's in a monograph somewhere

that got me
into this situation...

Where I can't,
so I pretend to teach!

And you pretend to learn.
(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

Lamar! The fucking phone!

You stay after.
Everybody else, just go.

Go.

Go!

STUDENT: I guess,
we should go.

Coming?
(DOOR OPENS)

What do I have to do? (DOOR CLOSES)
What do I have to do? (DOOR CLOSES)

What do I do?
Get ten guys,

some weapons, take out
a life insurance policy,

and try to put that
phone up your ass?

Because I will.

I need you to pay attention!

Is that too
much to ask for? Huh?

You come into this class

and you pay attention
for a fucking hour?

You know, they expect me
to pass you, regardless.

Regardless! They want me
to give you a passing grade,

so you can keep
going out there

and bouncing
that basketball around.

I need you
to put the phone down

for a second.

You're not the only one
losing his shit!

I was going to talk
to you anyway.

Because I can't talk
to anybody over there.

'Cause all they going to say
is what keeps me in line

for what they want me to be.

Which is "Lamar,"

but I don't want
to be "Lamar."

I done all that.

I just want to be another
fucking dude in the universe,

or do more than
just being "Lamar."

Yeah, I know all about it.

But the fucking coach
don't know about it.

There's more than
being "Lamar."

I stick with this shit, man,
I'll go out of my mind!

Probably be one
of those brothers

that talks to himself in,
like, third person and shit.

Talk about how, "Lamar is
at ease with his celebrity."

They got me in a box
where they want me.

Trapped by talent,
imagine that.

You know, man,
in here it's all

existential
situations and shit.

No matter what
you start talking about,

you come around
to be free or not to be free.

How to be yourself
or nothing at all.

Is that what I talk about?
All or nothing?

I've never heard you
talk about anything else

but to be or not to be.

And I've had
four classes with you.

Maybe you got me.

I need to go pro.

I don't think you're going to
have any trouble, Lamar.

I don't mean later.
I mean now. I need to go pro.

I already got a knee.

Nobody knows about it,
'cause I don't say anything.

But I already got a knee.

See, I'm not going to
sit here and tell you

that my mom needs
an operation,

or my little sister
has spina bifida.

But I am going to tell you
that I got a knee.

I got a knee. I'm a junior.

And whenever I tell
somebody I don't wanna play college ball

in my senior year,
nobody listens to me.

It's like I'm talking Chinese
on another fucking planet!

And then the coach tells me

I don't have the market
value I would have

if I don't play out
my senior year.

But what he doesn't know
is I got a fucking knee.

Well, you have it looked at
away from the department?

Yeah.

(WHIRRING)

ANNOUNCER: (ON TV)
Yeah, that's right. All right,

here's Allen bringing it up
the court on a fast break.

Moves to the top of the key.

Lamar drives.
(WHISTLE BLOWS)

Throws it down,
and he's fouled! Yes!

(JIM BREATHING HEAVILY)

Allen at the line

to complete
the three-point play.

After what's happened in the
last two and a half minutes,

there is no way Lamar
is missing this free throw.

And swish.
His eyes on the prize.

Oh, here's Fisher
inbounding the ball.

Wildcats bringing
the full court pressure.

Martin bringing it
up the court.

Three seconds on the clock.

Passes cross court.
(SIGHS)

Allen, from out of nowhere,
tips it!

This one is over!
Wildcats have done it!

Oh, my, oh, my!

Lamar Allen, one of the best

basketball players
in the game.

All season long, he produced
at a high caliber of play...

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Did you have money
on the game?

Why would I have money
on the game?

He's a student of mine.
That's unethical, all right?

I would not bet on
a student of mine.

You think I would do
something like that?

I would never do anything
like that, okay?

What kind of a person
do you think I am?

Do I have money on the game!

(SCOFFS)

Hmm.

Is he good at English?

No, he's not!

Fucking doing in
my fucking house.

Fuck!

How bad is this
trouble you're in?

I'm always in trouble.

No, I mean,

do you still need money?

No. Truthfully?
No. Truthfully?

Truthfully.

I never know
when to believe you anymore.

Perhaps I should
believe the gangster

who phoned my home.

What's that?

What I owe.

Jesus. How is this possible?

Same as
your marriage. I lost.

No.

Marriage is in the real world.

It's not a game of chance.

Now you're talking crazy.
(CHUCKLES)

What'll they do to you
if you don't pay?

Break every bone in my body.

Go after the family.

I can't help doing this.

I don't believe
this is a disease.

Well, I just had
a considerable

conversation about character.

And there's
going to be a moment

when I want something again,

when I won't allow myself
to be seen in this condition.

But it's not now,
and it's not up to you

or anything you or anybody
else fucking says, okay?

Are you degraded enough

to come with your
mother to the bank?

(CRACKS)

In cases like this
I have to ask,

is, uh, everything okay?

Nothing's okay,

when someone needs
that amount of money in cash.

But it's my money,

and it's none
of your goddamn business.

Are you a relation?

This is my son.

Either you can't see
the uncanny resemblance,

or you're implying she's
under duress or something.

Should I be?

Look, dear,

it's my money
and there's plenty of it.

And don't even start
to tell me

that all of this bullshit
is for my protection,

because that is understood.

Now, you have
the withdrawal slip.

Here is my I.D.

There are sufficient funds.

My family has been
with this bank

since my
father-in-law started it.

Now, what I want

is $260,000...

(TYPING)

...in cash.

Are you sure
you want that in cash?

Cash. Okay? Cash.

I'm sorry,
I'm going to ask for...

What?

For a second piece
of identification.

It's for your own protection.

ROBERTA:
This is the last of it.

If I ever have to hear
about your problems again,

I will never see you again.
Do you understand that?

I need you to fucking
understand that!

Am I embarrassing you?

Do you want to just
take the money?

You want to just take
the money and go?

Even if I say goodbye

and consider it cheap
to be rid of you?

Yeah, I want to take
the money and go.

(SOBBING QUIETLY)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC VOLUME REDUCES)

(ENGINE STARTS)

Hey.

Hey.

If I have to pull you into
an inappropriate relationship to get you out of your job,

I'm ready to go.

So am I.

(AMY LAUGHS)

What if I told you
that I'm not a gambler?

What if you saw me
with a needle in my arm

and I told you
that I'm not a junkie?

I saw you be a professor

and I know
you're not one of those.

(LAUGHS)

JIM: Yeah.

It's good to
come out here. It's good.

I come out here because
it makes me feel alive.

No.

No. No.
Not good enough.

There's something else,
I don't quite know what it is.

I know a lot,
but I don't fucking know that.

(SIGHS)

"And I always sat
on a blanket in the middle of nowhere

"with nothing around me
but infinite possibilities,"

and it's bullshit.
I'm sick of it. So...

You are the perfect example

of how a person
can start off with no problems whatsoever,

and then go
out of their way

to make sure that
they have all of them.

There's no relative
degree of suffering.

What, you want me to talk
about my problems?

Well, I don't like
people with problems

or the fucking vanity
to bring them up.

That's where I'm from.

(SCOFFS)

I'm like my mother.

You know, whether
I'm like my father or not I couldn't tell you,

because she got rid of him
when I was little.

And you don't think that
you need to talk to anybody?

No.

I need a lot of things.

I need to wipe myself
out first.

I need to have no past.
If I can get to nothing, then I can start over.

(ECHOING)
Hello!

Echo!

Do you want
to help me start over?

(LAUGHING)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(AMY LAUGHING)

JIM: Huh?

There is something wrong
with everybody here.

They should be
in the hospital.

Yeah, that's right,
but they're not.

All right, the Man
wants you to be in the hospital.

These people
are fucking Americans

taking a major stand
for freedom.

Well, assisted autonomy.

This is the inside
of my soul, kid.

This is what I got.

Wow.

Well, at least
I'm going to get rid of my mother.

This table right here.
Come on.

Buy-in at $10,000.

How far you going, man?

As far as it goes, buddy.

I go as far as
that seat on the other side of you, man.

(LAUGHING)

Save it for
the old lady, cowboy.

That's $500, sir.

Yes, it is.
Are you a dealer or an investment counselor?

Double.

We gambling or what?

Let's go. Give me the three.

MAN: Is he kidding?

Whoa.

What are you, Houdini?

Pulled that one
out of your ass.

MAN 1: Wow.

MAN 2: Unbelievable.

MAN 1:
Pulls a three on an eight.

Unbelievable.

I'm sorry.

(TAPS)

I'll play another $10,000.

Buy-in at $10,000!

Give me the bag.

DEALER: That's $500, sir.

It's not $500.

$1,000.

Another $500.

It's $2,000.

Deal the cards, please.

DEALER: $2,000 plays.

Buy-in at $10,000!

(INAUDIBLE)

DEALER: Buy-in at $10,000!

Buy-in at $10,000!

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(EXHALES)

Everything?

(EXHALES)

You want to hear something
really fucking crazy?

(CHUCKLES)

There was a student,
just the other day,

who said that my problem,

if one's nature
is a problem

rather than just
fucking problematic, right,

is that I see things
in terms of victory or death,

and not just victory
but total victory.

It's true.

I always have.

Well, it's either
victory or don't bother.

The only thing worth doing
is the impossible, right?

Everything else
is fucking gray.

You're born as a man
with the nerves of a soldier,

the apprehension
of an angel, to lift a phrase,

but there's no
fucking use for it.

Here?
Where's the use for it?

What, you're set
to be a philosopher

or a king
or fucking Shakespeare,

and this is all
they give you? This?

What? 20-odd years
of school,

which is all instruction
in how to be ordinary.

They'll fucking kill you,
and they fucking will!

You know, and then
it's a career, right?

Which is just not
the same thing as existence, so...

I want unlimited things.
I want everything.

I want a real fucking love,
a real fucking house,

a real fucking thing
to do every day,

and, I just...

(INHALES DEEPLY)

I'd just rather die
if I don't get it.

Did I just say
that out loud?

(REGGAE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC FADES)

NEVILLE: Hey, Jim!

You stopped
answering your phone.

I told you the time frame.

What the fuck do I care
about your time frame?

So you don't die.

Everybody dies.

Aren't you afraid
of dying from something other than natural causes?

I got to take
whatever's coming,

because I don't
have the money.

Your grandfather pops,
and you don't have any money?

Well, my grandfather
thought it was a character builder. So...

Not even,
"I'll have it"?

You just say no.

You give
the Korean any of his?

No.

You know Lamar Allen?

No.

Don't fuck with me!

He's a student of mine.

And what's this got
to do with anything?

You know what this got
to do with everything!

How much you know Lamar?

(PHONE RINGING)

(RAIN PATTERING)

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

NEVILLE: Hey, Jim, pick up.

Jim!

I called that number for Lamar
and it wasn't the number.

Now, Jim, I need Lamar.

And I know where you live.

Tick-tock, motherfucker.
(BEEPS)

(SOUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(SNORING)

Human weakness is not
something I discourage.

How could I?
(CONTINUES SNORING)

I run gambling establishments.

I loan money.

I've not been in debt
for many years, but,

I still remember
the feeling.

What's that?

MISTER LEE:
To be obligated.

Unbalanced in
one's thoughts.

Insecure, unclean.

I think you want
to hurt yourself,

but make others
do it for you.

I'm not going to tell you
I'll get the money, all right?

Because I don't know
if I can, and I wouldn't insult you.

It doesn't make
any difference.

I mean,
I have no position, right?

You expected your money
and I don't have it.

Here we are.
What the fuck do you want to do?

How am I to collect?

Loan me another $100,000.

(SCOFFS)

It's how I got in.
It's the only way I'll get out.

(SIGHS)

(GROANING)

YOUNG JIM:
One Mississippi,

two Mississippi,

three Mississippi,

four Mississippi,

five Mississippi...

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)
(CAR DRIVES AWAY)

(CHUCKLES)

Fuck!

It's not so bad.

Not so bad.

Perfectly good watch.
Why do you want to sell it?

Well, either I don't need
to know what time it is

or I need money.
What do you care?

Well, I need to
know if it is...

No, what you need to do
is just come up with an offer or not.

Hmm.

We have so many
of these here.

Look, it's an Omega.

It's worth more than
$6,000 brand new,

and when you have it

no one'll know that
it isn't brand new.

You are insulting me. Why?

I'm insulting you?
Why are you
insulting me?
I'm insulting you?
Why are you
insulting me?

You know, we're not
gonna fuck around. We're doing business.

No, no. Don't even
talk to me anymore.

I want you to understand
when I say what I want for it,

I am giving you the figure
that I will take for it.

Do you understand me?

No, no, no. Look at me!

I will say the price now
and you will either say yes or no.

Do you understand?

It is impossible.
Impossible to say yes or...

All right.

Wait. Wait, wait.

It is a good watch.
I am good man, you are good man.

No. I told you, not to say
anything but yes or no.

You're wasting my time!

I am willing to
listening to your price. Okay?

You can't counter it.

When I say my figure,
that's the figure,

and you either say
yes or no. You got it?

How can I say
yes or no if I am not hearing the price?

You're not getting it.

I am getting it. You're not getting it.
I am getting it. You're not getting it.

I am getting it.
No, no, no.

You're not getting it.
I am getting it!

You need to understand
fully that what I say

is not an opening figure.

You can say yes or no.

You cannot say
a lower figure,

and expect to meet me at
some point in the middle.

Do you under-fucking-stand?

Please. Please.
We are amour, yes? Amour.

Okay?
Calm. Calm. Yes?

I understand.
What is your price?

$3,500.

$1,000.
(JIM SIGHS)

$1,200. Go fuck yourself.
$1,200. Go fuck yourself.

I don't give a shit!

No need for this!
What? Where are you going?

What are you doing?
Wait one second!

Please, please,
I can't help myself.

Yes, you can. Try.

$2,000?

(SIGHS)

What? It is good price!

And I'll give you check!
Is no problem!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

MAN: Get in. JIM: All right.
MAN: Get in. JIM: All right.

NEVILLE: Jim! (LAUGHING)

Man, you gave me
the wrong number on Lamar.

You know what else I know?

What's that?

You think all Koreans
are Korean and shit.

And they don't communicate
with the American negro!

(LAUGHING)

I heard you asked
Mister Lee to stake you out of your situation.

And to give you enough
to have a shot at the title

of being the world's
stupidest asshole!

Give me Mister Lee's money.

He didn't front me any. Yeah, fuck you.
He didn't front me any. Yeah, fuck you.

Well, your
information is wrong.

How am I gonna
get my money, Jim?

What if I told you
I quit my job and I'm gonna write a novel?

Really?

What did the first one make?

With the advance
and royalties, $17,000 all in.

Fuck me. For one of
the better reviewed first novels of 2007?

I think I'll make
other arrangements.

I mean, the culture
apparently did.

So let's talk cash first,
other business later.

What about your family?

I got all I could get.

Can I get the money
from them if I send you to Mexico?

You know, "Oh, my God,

"I don't know what
happened to him!"

Get my friend Valerio
to mail them your dick.

My family didn't
make their money because they pay up easily.

Apparently that's genetic.

I'll tell you, boy,
genetics,

cruel motherfucking mistress.

What if I lit a cigar and put
it out in your eyeball?

Would you give me
the money then?

Do I look like a magician?
(NEVILLE SCOFFS)

You must've thought
you was magic occasionally,

or else you wouldn't be in
the African Membership Club

owing me 60 grand.

(NEVILLE SIGHS)

I'm gonna need the equity
on your house, Jim.

We'll paper it
right as a sale.

But then I got to take over
the goddamn mortgage,

find some fucking
vice president of animation to rent it to...

And I don't fucking wanna
do that shit!

But you got to make
the turnip bleed

from whatever hole
it's got, right?

Now, your grandfather,
I respect him,

he's a businessman.

But Lamar, who you gave me
the wrong number for...

Lamar's a good kid, all right.

He doesn't need
any of this shit.

You gonna tell me you made
a mistake with the number?

Why would I tell you
I made a mistake?

I gave you a fake one.
I made it up.

Okay.

Well, see, my man Mr. Jones
here is going to give you

the real one.

(GROANING)

That is the last time
that you lie to me, my friend.

Lamar don't need your help.

Every man's got to
go it alone, Jim.

And Lamar's got to make
his own choices.

So let him make it.

Now, I'm not gonna call him.

That would merely
confuse the issue.

But you're gonna get me Lamar.

And it will be more
than an introduction.

In fact, I don't even
want an introduction.

Lamar's going to do exactly
what I want him to do

without ever seeing my face.

I need him before the game
tomorrow at home.

Now, they're running eight
points on Michigan.

You tell Lamar he can
win if he wants,

but no more than seven.

But you get him for tomorrow.
Because if not,

I'm going to kill that
pretty little blonde girl,

show you the pictures,
and then kill you next.

Hey, what's happening, man?

Aw, man,
making it do what it do.

Yes, sir! (LAUGHS)

No doubt.
(DOOR CLOSES)

AMY: What happened
to your face?

Whatever happened,
it already happened

and won't happen again.

So you're starting
to make promises now?

No, that's not happening.

You don't get it.

What's going on?

I'm getting out of here
as fast as I can

as everybody
and their fucking aunt

is eyeballing me right now.

It might be better if you
weren't chasing along

as if you're my wife!

Jesus Christ.

I tell the truth, all right.

That's all I got.
No.

No!

You can't talk to
people like that.

Really? Who says?

Huh? Who says?

I do.

I want you to stop
looking concerned, okay?

And I want you to
shake my hand.

And you know the kind
of fucking man I am.

Don't lie to
yourself. I don't.

What happened?

Nothing happened.

You're not
getting it, okay? Just...

If I come to your door,
then I'll have made it,

and everything will
start to be all right.

If I don't, then I didn't
fucking make it!

And what you do with the dead
is bury them, that's it!

You really hate
yourself that much?

Hold out your hand
and say goodbye.

Please.

Please?

It's really fucking easy
to be passionate about

Robert fucking Greene!

(SINGING POP SONG)

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

ALL: (CHANTING)
One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

What happened
to your face, man?

A little while ago you came
to me for advice

about turning pro.
I know it's about your knee.

I know you have a feeling you
have to put money in the bank.

So...

I was wondering if you'd like
to make $150,000 in two hours.

Depends on what
you have in mind.

Throwing a game.

You can't win tomorrow
by more than seven points.

That's not throwing a game.

That's winning by
less than eight.

Who wants me to do it?

What they got on you?

Doesn't matter.

Man, they fucked you up.

But they ain't need
to fuck you up.

No, I needed it.

And they'll fuck you up
if you need it, too.

You gotta deliver.

I'm asking because
I know you need it.

It's up to you.
It's your call.

I do this,
I get you out of trouble?

No.

Hey.

Where did a teacher like you
get that kind of money?

COMMENTATOR ON TV:
He's not there yet,

Percussion's in front,

but Kaleidoscopio
continues to gain.

Percussion...
Here comes Kaleidoscopio!

And he did it!
No one can believe it!

Well, they fucking weren't
supposed to, were they?

That was the point.

Sit down.

(SLAPS SEAT)

You drink?
I don't remember if you drink.

Of course,
there's drink, and drink.

I drink. But I haven't
been drunk

since Reagan was president.

I got a DUI, and in jail

I actually fell down
and pissed my pants.

You don't need
to do that twice.

I tell you this so you'll know
everybody's been there.

Everybody's been there.

FRANK: Once.

If you're there twice,

having been there once,
I can't help you.

You know,

I listen to the drunks

and it's like you're
listening to a fairy story

about a fight with
a fucking monster

when the actual title
of the story is

"I Can't Handle
My Liquor" by Mr. Crybaby.

Amen.
I don't know,

maybe they got a problem,

but fuck 'em if they do,
'cause I don't.

Which leads me to ask,

are you pulling this shit
just now, or forever?

I mean, do you have a problem,

"Waah-waah-waah," like some
little fucking girl, or

some Somali who
can't process that

there's no food
where they live?

Or are you just
fucked up temporarily

'cause you're temporarily
fucking stupid?

Are you long business
or short business?

What's the difference?

FRANK: I need to know
if you got the fucking brains

to walk when
it's time to walk.

People don't, you know.

Ballplayers who can't
play anymore.

Assholes trying to maintain

a standard of living
not possible anymore...

A lot of those around.

I've seen you be
half a million dollars up.

I've been up two and a half
million dollars.

What do you got on you?

Nothing.

What did you put away?

Nothing.

You get up two and a half
million dollars,

any asshole in the world
knows what to do.

You get a house
with a 25-year roof,

an indestructible
Jap economy shitbox,

you put the rest
into the system

at 3%-to-5% to pay your taxes,

and that's your base, get me?

That's your
Fortress of Fucking Solitude.

That puts you for the rest
of your life

at a level of "fuck you."

Somebody wants you to do
something? "Fuck you."

Boss pisses you off?
"Fuck you!"

Own your house, have a couple
bucks in the bank,

don't drink.

That's all I have to say to
anybody at any social level.

Did your grandfather
take risks?

Yes.

I guarantee he did it
from a position of fuck you.

A wise man's life
is based around fuck you.

The United States of America
is based on fuck you.

You're a king?
You have an army?

Greatest navy in the history
of the world?

"Fuck you, blow me!
We'll fuck it up ourselves."

Which we have done.

Beautiful "fuck you" position
lost forever.

King George III looks like
a fucking birthday present.

(CLEARS THROAT)

This is the grandson of the

17th richest man
in California.

Does he drink?

FRANK: What he wants is money.

Because he doesn't know
when to say, "That's it,

"I'm two million ahead.
Fuck it. Fuck you.

"I have a car and a house
and a family,

"and it's all paid for,
fuck you."

I mean, even I did that.

Of course, it's out
by Pearblossom.

I'll have a beer, just like
anybody else, thank you.

What kind?
Any kind.

We got 37 beers.
Don't fucking put it on me.

But he did
put it on you, miss!

(SIGHS)

You still owe large
two places you shouldn't.

Why do you want
door number three?

How else do I get out?

Time payments.
Sell your sperm.

Sell your ass.
How the fuck should I know?

I am of the universe,
and you know what it's worth.

It's worth plenty.

If I give you this money

and you don't pay me back,
there are no rules.

You never get to say
fuck you to anybody ever.

You will get me not just what
you owe me from your family,

you will get me their accounts

so I can have them
vacuumed from Russia.

You jump off a bridge,
you can do it knowing

I will kill your
entire bloodline.

Do you understand
the gravity of your situation?

I understand.

You get up, you get out.

$260,000 as requested.

What's this?

This much money, what's a car?

What do you want to
be able to say to me?

Fuck you.

(INAUDIBLE WHISPERING)

(DOOR OPENS)

You have my money?

I don't have any money.

I want you to stake me.

(WHIRRING)

Stake me,
and I'll get your money.

(JIM GRUNTING)

Why did you see Frank?

JIM: I didn't.

Now fucking stake me.

(GRUNTING)

Please, tell me
you hit your wife

harder than that,
you fucking pussy.

(GROANS)

You got to give me
$150-fucking-thousand.

What can I do with you?

(JIM PANTING)

Stake me.
Oh!

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

Fucking stake me!

(LAUGHING)

MAN: Hey, Lamar,
let's go, come on!

MAN OVER PA: All right,
ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to tonight's
semi-final conference game!

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Put your hands
together for your

Wildcats!

The Wildcats come into
tonight's game

favorites against
the Bulldogs,

of course, led by
All-American Lamar Allen.

Let's go, Wildcats, let's go!

And as we know, as goes
the play of Lamar Allen

goes the play of the Wildcats.

COMMENTATOR 2: You're talking
first team All-American.

That's the kind of season
Lamar Allen has had.

I expect big things
from this young man tonight.

COACH: Let's jump on 'em hard
in the first five minutes!

Defense, let's smother 'em.
No second chances, okay?

PLAYER: Let's go, "Wildcats"
on three. One, two, three.

ALL: Wildcats!

COMMENTATOR 1: Revenge on
the minds and

tonight the Wildcats
looking to show

the dominance they've had
all season long

led by that man right there.

That's my boy. Yeah, Lamar!

That's your boy?
That's money, baby!

That's the kid?
That's the kid

I'm talking about right there.

He knows what he got to do.
The kid is nice!

The kid is nice!
The kid is nice!

(CROWD CHEERING)

(BUZZER RINGING)

All right. All right now.
All right.

COMMENTATOR 1: Lamar Allen
with a left-handed slam!

COMMENTATOR 2: Gets to
the basket, throws it down.

COMMENTATOR 1: Cats looking
to make something out of this.

He's got Lamar Allen.
Turnaround jumper.

Yes, he's got it!

COMMENTATOR 2: Lamar Allen
throwing down the nasty jam!

COMMENTATOR 2:
Here comes Allen taking it

up the court on his own.

Throwing it down with
a left-handed slam!

Hang on, hang on, hang on.
This shit ain't right.

COMMENTATOR 2: Does well in
terms of looking for his shot.

COMMENTATOR 1: Lamar Allen
throwing down a dunk!

What is he doing?

Right now the Wildcats
are in control of this game.

There's Allen driving down
the left-hand side,

and he's got it.

COMMENTATOR 1: A little kiss
off the glass...

Man, he better start
performing and less scoring.

I don't get it.
Ain't that your man?

Yeah, if he don't handle his
business, I'm a handle him.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

COMMENTATOR 1: Here's the
Wildcats from the other end,

Lamar Allen from about 16
feet! That's not gonna go.

Yeah, that's better.
That's better. (LAUGHING)

Come on! Move your ass!
Come on!

COMMENTATOR 2: Lamar usually
makes that shot in his sleep.

COMMENTATOR 1:
The Wildcats up by 14

with a little bit left
to play in this half.

Bulldogs back on offense,

trying to cut into
that Wildcat lead.

Here comes Brodey,
right around Allen

for the double-handed slam!
(PEOPLE BOOING)

COMMENTATOR 2: That's a hell
of a crossover by Brodey.

That's more like it.
That's what I'm talking about.

COMMENTATOR 1: Wildcats up by
12 with nine minutes to go.

That's no effort, Lamar!

COMMENTATOR 1: Fast-break
situation. Two on one.

Allen lob to Aldinger!

What was that?

(ALL CHEERING)

Did you see that?

COMMENTATOR 1: Coach also
not pleased with what he saw.

Chester Moore checking in
for Lamar Allen.

Coach not happy,
pulling him out of the game.

Ironically, not to catch
his breath

but to really, I think,
figure out what is happening.

That's all right. That's all
right. Yeah, Lamar!

ANNOUNCER: He's blown
possession the last four

times he's touched the ball.
Not what we're used to

seeing from this kid.

You're going to watch the game
with me. Take a seat.

COMMENTATOR 2: The bench
is the great persuader,

the great teacher.

And this is what
Coach is doing,

giving Lamar Allen
a chance to refocus,

get his head together. (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
get his head together. (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Started off the game
with spectacular play,

but over these
past few minutes,

has not been the Lamar Allen
that we're used to seeing.

Stay on that bench, Lamar.

MAN: What the hell's wrong
with you, Lamar?

COMMENTATOR 1: Here comes
the Dogs back on offense.

He's got Cunningham.

Cunningham finds Wilhelm
in the paint!

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

And a foul!

Take it to the house,
motherfucker.

Yeah, okay, we good, we good.
(LAUGHING)

There you go.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

COMMENTATOR 2:
Look at his face.

This is humiliating
for Lamar Allen...

...in the conference
semi-finals

against their rivals.

ANNOUNCER: Bulldogs now have
the lead for the first time!

And here comes Lamar Allen.

Stay on the bench, Lamar. Stay
on that fucking bench, Lamar!

Stay on the fucking bench!

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Lamar!

COMMENTATOR 1:
Bulldogs score again!

They now have
a three-point lead.

The fans purring
Allen's name,

looking for him
to do something.

Here comes Allen
on the left-handed drive!

He's got it.
(ALL CHEERING)

Aw, come on!

What this
motherfucker just do?

ANNOUNCER: Under two minutes
to go in the game.

Here's Lamar Allen looking to
make some magic. Goes around.

Splits the defense! Throws it
down with a left-handed jam!

Wildcats have
the lead now, 64-63,

and Allen with
another turnaround.

It is in!
Lamar Allen singlehandedly

going on a 6-0 run!

Under a minute to go.
Allen throws it down again!

Wildcats up by 5. This has
been the Lamar Allen show

in these final minutes.

Bulldogs miss the lay-up.
Allen's got the rebound.

Oh, come on!

MAN: Whoo,
he's on fire!

NEVILLE: He's fucking up
like that.

He knows what
he supposed to be doing.

MAN: You say that's
your man. He's scoring.

Yeah, too damn much!

COMMENTATOR 1: But that's not
what Lamar Allen does.

Takes it around and to
the hole! Cats up by seven.

Come on, man.
This some bullshit!

I told him less than 8.

COMMENTATOR 1:
Right now, Lamar Allen

is playing the game
of basketball

at the highest level
one can play it.

CROWD: Ten...

Nine, eight,

seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one.

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

(INAUDIBLE)

NEVILLE: Yes, sir!

Yes, sir!

Our boy delivered.

You delivered.

You know how rare that is?
A man delivers?

So we square?

You going to stop
threatening the girl?

How about I tell you,
you get to keep

your job at
the university? Forever.

Just so long as you keep
teaching English 101

to a whole lot
of tall brothers.

Oh, I'd tell you
to kill me.

NEVILLE: Have a drink.

Don't want one.

NEVILLE: Thanks, sweetheart.

I see the Koreans
fucked your face up.

Yes, they did.

And you just move on
to the next phase of bullshit.

You know,

the only trouble is
with the game today?

What's that?

Someone also bet an
eight-point spread in Vegas

for a whole lot
of fucking money.

You wouldn't
happen to know who did that, would ya?

No idea.

You ain't tipped nobody?

No.

What's your
life's plan, Jim?

Make part of it
never seeing me again.

I don't need you
no more, brother.

I know that.

Think I want you out
there knowing that?

Knowing this?

I'm going to tell you that
I'm not going to do you

the discourtesy of assuming
what you're thinking,

but I know you'll do
the right thing.

(CHUCKLING)

Why is that?

That's the whole amount.

And points.

Where'd you get that?

I borrowed it from Frank.

The fuck you did.

Ask him.
I will.

Then you will find out
that I did.

You know, Jim,
everybody's ready to be bent.

Some are ready
to be straight.

Personally, I'm ready
to be straight.

I'm going to get myself
an avocado farm.

Or a winery.

Do what I got to do,
you know?

Not a huge fan
of low company.

(MELODIC MUSIC PLAYING
ON RECORD PLAYER)

A man can transform
his shit, Jim.

You know, I've never done
anything like this before.

I mean, I didn't think
I was going to make it

out of there alive, you know.

Open it.

Take out 50 grand,
that's yours.

Man, I'm going to have
my fucking picture

on a Wheaties box
within months, dude.

Suit yourself.

What was the point
of me going to Vegas?

Obviously it wasn't
to earn 50 grand.

Time to get away
from me, Dexter. Far away.

I got your money.
But I'm not coming there.

You got to meet me.

Koreatown. You know
the place, right?

Everybody knows the place.

Whether or not
I want you around that place

with my money in your hand
is another fucking story.

Well, that's the only place
I'll meet you.

You have all my money,
plus everything?

Yeah, I have
all your money,

but I don't have everything.
You got to meet me there.

What do you do when you're
in the "fuck you" position?

Oh, we've had that discussion,
and I understand your point,

but you got to meet me there.

If there's a list of places
where nobody gets ripped off,

I believe that's at the top.

(SIGHS)

(MAN SINGING JAZZ STANDARD)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

You have my money? Yes.
You have my money? Yes.

Then you must come outside.

No.

I owe him, too.

You gonna play?

It's the only way
I could pay you both.

You can't take
the money off me in here and neither can he.

Red or black,
all or nothing, all the money down.

That's all I'll do.

Move.

Take a very sizable bet?

That is what
this room is for.

What the fuck
are you doing? No!

Fuck are you doing?
(MAN SPEAKING KOREAN)

(CONVERSATIONS STOP)

All on black.

(ALL MURMURING)

(BALL ROLLING)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(ALL CHEERING)

(MAN SPEAKING KOREAN)

I was playing for Mister Lee
and for that gentleman over there.

I'm not actually a gambler.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Keys are in the car.

You don't need a ride?

No, I'll walk.
I feel like walking.

What do you got on you?

Not a fucking cent.

That's not
a "fuck you" position.

Oh, yes, it is.

Here's your $100,000.

Turns out there was
a little extra cream on top.

On me.

Fuck you.

Good boy.

(MELANCHOLY POP PLAYING)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(SOUL MUSIC PLAYING)