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Elegio reservations,

-how may I help you?
- Yes, I'd like

to make a reservation
for tonight please.

WO Oh, I'm sorry, we're
booked months in advance.

Okay. I understand.

Thank you very much.

Elegio reservations,

how may I help you?

-WAITER: Is that ready?
-Yeah.

Uh... Okay.

Oh, look. You know what,

he's right there.
That's my friend.

Will you be my boyfriend?

Just for a minute.

You're not a serial killer,
are you?

That depends.

How many times does it
take to get to "serial"?

Five.

Oh, no, we're good.

Jess.

Nicky.

Burgundy.

Very good.

It's very confusing, isn't it?

-Hmm.
-How do you know it all?

-Mostly from drinking.
-Mmm.

Oh, yeah. More you drink,
more you learn.

In that case, I am, uh...

I am the foremost expert
in Jäger Bombs.

I will walk you
through it all.

It's been a pleasure to
serve you, Chef Oshowole.

Chef who?

Uh, Oshowole.

You know, it may be
the roofies talking,

but this was really fun.

Thank you. Thank you
for rescuing me.

Yeah.

-We showed him.
- Yeah.

Gotta respect
him, though.

He left it all on the field.

That's what I'm missing
out on tonight? Wow.

Can I walk you somewhere?

Actually, I'm...
I'm staying here.

Upstairs.

Oh, really.

Oh, my God! It's my husband!

-Shut the fuck up!
- Jared, wait!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa!

-I'll fuckin' kill you!
-Jared, just let him go.

No fuckin' way!
He's fuckin' dead!

Give me one fuckin' reason
why I shouldn't do it.

I'm drawing a blank.

-What?
-I think you should shoot me.

Let's be honest,
you've been aggrieved.

Don't mess around with him,
Nicky, he's done hard time.

I've done fuckin' hard time.

If you had any idea what
I was about to do to her...

Shut up, man!

She was gonna be
no good to you after that.

So you should really shoot me.

What the fuck?

What kind of stuff
are we talking about?

Saudi bachelor party shit.

Saudi bachelor party?

R. Kelly drop-cloth shit.

Please, come on, shoot me.

Would you stop fucking around!
I'm gonna fucking kill you.

You'd really be
doing me a favor.

Cancer.

Tumor the size of a peach.

Pull the trigger, you'll see.

You got cancer?
-He's onto us.

Oh, shit! I knew this wasn't
gonna fuckin' work!

You guys suck.

-Just give us the money.
-Or what?

Or he's gonna
shoot you in the neck.

I don't wanna shoot
a guy with cancer.

Grandma Mukulski had cancer.

He doesn't have cancer,
you idiot!

You guys really boned
this thing. First of all,

you gotta wait
till she gets my pants off.

And then you gotta
give me a chance to run.

That's how you get the money.

And you never drop the con.

You never break.

-Die with the lie.
- When did you make us?

Uh, when you stole the wallet
from the bum downstairs.

Bullshit.

No, real shit.

Then why'd you come up
here if you're so smart?

Professional curiosity.

And I like boobs, you know.

I figured it was a win-win.

All thumbs, sweetheart.
It was a bum lift.

-It was a great lift.
- Please.

He was so shit-housed,

you could've taken
his appendix. You suck!

You really should be
more aware.

I've been behind you for two
blocks. You didn't see me?

I don't have eyes
in the back of my head.

Well, if you're gonna
play this game,

you might wanna grow a pair.

I can take care of myself.

No, you're gonna get hurt.

Let me buy you coffee.

I don't drink coffee.

Fine.

Fine.

So what's your thing?

Inside? Roper?
You can tell me.

Everything. Been in
this game so long.

I wanna cannon.
That's what I wanna do.

Oh, really?

-Yeah.
-Yeah, okay.

My grandfather

used to run a crooked game
in Harlem.

Eventually, my father
started shilling for him.

One day, they get burned.

Mobbed-up guy catches 'em
throwing signals.

Everybody's guns come out.

Standoff.

No way out. Except one.

The Toledo Panic Button.

The hell is that?

You shoot your partner.
It proves you're not together.

You kill your partner?

You hope you don't.

Does it work?

He's for 0 for 3.

So your father killed
your grandfather?

That's the world you're in.

Dabblers get killed.

Look, I wasn't born
into this like you.

I was a dyslexic foster kid.

No prospects, no future.

I mean, it's a minor miracle
I'm not a hooker right now.

-Tutor me. Why not?
-No.

I'm headed out of town.

Well, wait, look,
I can pay you.

If that helps.

Whose wallet is that?

Uh, "Dr. Peter Woshilak."

Uh, we're gonna
make this quick

'cause it's really cold.
Now I'm gonna show you

a few touches,

but at the end of the day,

this is a game of focus.

That's very clever.

All right, now, attention
is like a spotlight,

and our job

is to dance in the darkness.

I didn't even
feel you take that.

The human brain is slow
and it cannot multitask.

Jesus! When...

All right, I'm sure you can
flip a leather on its feet.

But what we're talking about

is much more
complex than that.

When did you take my wallet?

You take Zumba?

Well, it's actually a really
good cardio workout.

Thank you very much.

You're thinking
with your hands.

You gotta get inside
the vic's head.

Perceive from
their perspective.

Human behavior
is very predictable.

If I look at my hand,

it naturally pulls your gaze

and allows me to
enter your space.

But when I look up at you,

it causes you to
look directly at me.

Cute.

I touch you here,
I steal from here.

I tap you here,
I steal from here.

I step to here...

You're not gonna slap my face,
are you?

Why?

You would if you knew
where my hand was.

Okay, I get it. I get it.

You get their focus,

you can take
whatever you want.

You be safe.

So why do I like this place?

Lots of space.

Doesn't open
for a month or two.

We can tie into
multiple lines,

diffuse our footprint,
keep hopping DNS addresses.

Plus military-grade fiber.

How many bathrooms?

Fat Ass Farhad is flying in.

Two, co-ed.

-He still got irritable bowel?
-Yep.

Man, he should do a cleanse.

Horst, he is
a 400-pound Persian.

He is not gonna do a cleanse.

HORST: Where you been staying?
Hyatt again?

Yep. I love the brunch.

-You should stop by.
-No, no brunch.

I'm doing a cleanse.

ANNOUNCER:
The horses are in the gate.

And they're off!

Hyatt Rewards card,
in my wallet.

Admit that you're impressed!

I got your wallet and I found
you all the way down here.

Please. World Series,
Final Four,

the Sugar Bowl, Super Bowl,
any big event like this

-is sucker central.
-Well, I still found you.

That's gotta count
for something.

So how many Hyatts
did you have to go to?

All three, five times each.

I want in.

Maybe I'm just here
to watch the game.

I asked around who ran
the game in Harlem.

The Limehouse Kid
is your grandfather.

Bucky Spurgeon is your father.

"Father" is a very
generous term.

And you're Nicky Spurgeon.
They call you "Mellow."

-I'm all crewed up, sweetie.
-Oh, come on. Please!

Can we... Can we just...

Can we skip the part
where I speak through

thinly veiled allure
and lead you to believe

there's some earth-shattering
hump in the works?

'Cause I suck at that
kind of stuff. I just want in.

There's no "earth-shattering
hump in the works"?

No.

I don't even get
"thinly veiled allure"?

-No.
-No baby voice?

No lingering eye contact?

I am hopeless.

-That's all my favorite shit.
-I'm sorry.

Can I suggest that you learn?

Professionally.

Well, I mean, you could...

You could show me

in your room?

-That is so bad.
-Is it?

Does it feel sexy
on your face?

-A little.
-It does.

Okay, let's go.

Wait, where are we go...
Wait, am I in?

No. This is Horst.

-Hello, Jess.
-Hi.

Nicky told me you were coming.

-You're such a dick.
-(NICKY CHUCKLING)

Yeah, he gets that a lot.
Let's go.

What are you, a size four?

Why do
I have to wear this?

No one looks at your
hands when you got

that working for you.

I can't breathe.

First things first,
we stick to rich folks,

and no one with a cane or
a wheelchair, it's bad luck.

Tommy's the shade,
Gareth's the stick.

All eyes on me
until I make the mark.

And once I fan him,
I tug my lapel.

Two fingers means
it's a prat poke.

Three fingers means
the leather's an insider.

If it's a cordeen or an ox
tongue, I'll scratch my nose,

unless I use my thumb,
which means that I am

actually scratching my nose.

Anything in the left tail
or the right tail,

I'll cock my head,
but nowadays keister kicks

are 95% of it.
So you just do the touch,

and I ding the poke
in the nearest mailbox, okay?

I'm sorry, what?

Okay, plan B.
You two, come with me.

Excuse me, please,
I'm so lost.

HORST: That was excellent.
You wanna wire?

Let me wire.

HORST: Ponytail's your mark.
Right bridge.

Right rear pocket.

GARETH: My bad.

-That was nice.
-Okay. I got this.

-What?
-Give me some shade.

HORST: Wait.

Oh!

Derrick knows
how to treat a lady.

Married?

- Dude!
-Didn't mention that, did he?

All right. Thank you, boys.

You're in.

Really?

Congratulations,
you're a criminal.

-Okay, what now?
-Want me to do the primer?

-I got it.
-Primer?

There's a flight
landing every two minutes

at Louis Armstrong.

Whoever's not here
for the game

is here for the party.

Every one of them looking
to drink big,

bet big,
cheat on their spouses,

and it all costs money.

There are boost teams
at all the major hotels.

They hit quick and get out

before anybody ever knows
what happened.

And if you think
for one second

I'm gonna let your mother
talk to me like that,

you are fuckin' crazy!

I'm a grown-ass man!

Why are you yelling at me?

There's card games everywhere,

and they let anyone
with enough cash in.

Chances are at least one of
those guys you don't know

is a mechanic
who can work a deck

like Bill Clinton
works a crowd.

All in.

Full boat.

I swear,

I've never had
four of a kind before! Ha!

Sorry, coach. I've never had
four of a kind.

Hey, come on, coach.

You win some,
you lose some, right?

That's it.
Get the fuck outta here.

Come on, let's go. Move.

Yeah!

-It's my husband!
-I'mma kill you!

-Give me my pants!
-Go! Go! No, just run!

Wait! Wait! Stop!

Baby! No! Baby!

Married guys are the best.

Who they gonna tell?

I will kill you!
WO It's my husband!

Every minute there's
something going on down here.

Every bar, restaurant,
hotel, everywhere.

Guys working alone,
working in teams.

Not just cash either.

Identity theft and credit card
spoofing are big, too.

You can skim the data
right off a credit card

in about a second.

But boosting a wallet
only gives you an hour

before the vic gets wise
and the cards are canceled.

So you put the card back.

By the time
the mark gets wise,

he's in Youngstown
arguing with his wife

over the charges we rack up
before the bill comes.

A skimmer swipes the card
and records the keystrokes,

so you can get the PIN, too.

Look, you see that?

Oh, wow.

Did he make that?

Yeah.

A few years back he replaced
the credit card terminals

at about a dozen
99 Cent Stores in L.A.

Took down a few million
before they caught on.

What does a guy like that
do with that kind of money?

He, uh, financed
his own line of gravies.

Yeah, he just... That's
his seat. Just let him...

Oh, I'm sorry.

Who's the girl?

Her name is Jess, Farhad.
She's our intern.

Oh.

You're hittin' that?

I'm right here.

No, Farhad,
I'm not hittin' that.

-You should hit that.
- Yeah.

Hi. Still right here.

I'd totally hit that.

He's fucking with me, right?

Right?

-She talks a lot.
-HORST: Smile.

-Thank you.

I'll get this loaded in.
It shouldn't take too long.

Get a digital camera.

So we're about 30 strong,

everybody gets a percentage.

We cover bribes and fall money

for anybody who gets pinched,
knock wood.

We sell the ATM data
to a guy in Singapore.

The shopaholics here
buy merchandise,

which we overnight
back to ourselves

and resell on the gray market.

Yesterday we bought
200 MacBook Airs.

Oh, my God.
That is incredible.

Oh. Do you think that

-maybe I...
-No.

Sell everything.
Take no chances.

So, what about the big con?

I thought you were
all big time.

Oh, you mean the one where
we make so much money

we all retire and get
yachts and boob jobs?

Yeah, that's a fantasy.

We are in the volume business.
Safer that way.

Hey, Jen, I need a dime.
I got bit at the track.

Come on, girl.

Thank you, baby.

Clean card, clean ID,
everything you need.

Thank you.

Don't thank me yet.

Got a lot of work to do.

-Tough week ahead.
-I know.

So, what now?

There's a key card in there.

Um, I got you another place.

I think you'll like it.

Wow, thanks.

Do you know how
I can get a cab there?

I can give you a ride.

Yeah? That'd be great.
I mean,

if it's okay with you.

It's fine with me.

Is it okay with you?

Yeah.

You sure?

You seem like
a pretty good driver.

You can count on me.

Can I?

Most would say no.

Mmm.

You seem trustworthy.

Maybe you should
take that cab.

-Yeah. Okay.
-Okay.

Aw. Who's that?

-This is my little girl, Mina.
-Cute.

-My son, Dani.
-Oh, that's sweet.

-That's my wife, Lida.
-Pretty.

That's my dick.

-Cool.
-Sorry about that.

-That's okay.
-That's my dog.

Aw.

Hate it.

So you've known, um...

You've known Nicky
a long time?

Uh, ten years. Why?

-I'm just wondering.
-Okay, you got me.

We're sleeping together, okay?

-Mmm! Mmm-hmm.
-Like the ancient Greeks.

Actually, I don't know.
I mean, I like the guy, I do.

But people aren't
really his bag,

so it's hard
to tell sometimes.

Yeah, I guess
you can't blame him.

I mean, he told me
about that thing

with his dad
and his grandfather.

It was crazy.

He told you that?

I mean, I've heard that story,
but never from him.

Really?

You must throw a mean one.

-Damn.
-Ha-ha.

I'm really gonna miss
sucking his dick.

So is he.

Oh, stop it.

All right, you ready?

Yep.

Frank! Frank! Oh, my God,
somebody help.

Please, please, somebody help.

Oh, baby, we're getting
you someone, okay?

Just stay with me.

Stay with me, God damn it.
Somebody get someone!

Somebody call a doctor.
Is there a doctor?

I need a doctor.

Doctor, help me. My husband's
just had a heart attack.

I don't know what to do.
I'm so worried.

Frank? Frank? Can you hear me?

Oh, my God! Somebody call 911!

-DOCTOR: Hey, Frank.

Frank!

Who was the cop with
the wandering hands?

Oh, he was real.

He just stumbled in.

Who hits on a grieving widow?

I guess that's just
how fantastic you look

in that dress.

What's a girl to do?

I can think of a couple things
she could do.

-Yeah, me, too, actually.
- Mmm.

I think we should
start with oral.

Just saying.

Come on, man, I'm right here.

-Sorry.
- Sorry.

Everybody! Everybody.
Everybody, everybody.

Can I get your attention?

Uh...

-What you laughing at?

A record-setting week.

And I wanna say
congratulations to you all.

After expenses,

-$1.2 million.

Great work, great work.

After the big game
is over tomorrow,

this place is gonna
get bleached down.

Anything that's not
nailed to the floor

is going in the incinerator.

Horst here has
all of your travel money.

Once you get home, I will
wire you all your cuts.

Thank you, guys, really.

-To Nicky.
-ALL: To Nicky!

ALL: To Nicky!

FARHAD: Um, Farhad,
not Forehead.

WO What's that mean?
FARHAD: Doesn't matter.

Stay juicy.

That's all of it? 1.2?

Do not let it leave your
sight. You promise?

-Uh, yeah, I promise.
-No dogs or ponies.

Hey!

-How long have you known me?
-HORST: No, just look.

Look at me. Man to man.

No gambling, okay?

Yes, dear.

I'll see you when I see you.

You guys are so cute.

I'm tired.

Okay. Wanna go to
the game tomorrow?

You have tickets?

Of course.

It's one of the perks
of the business.

Oh, uh... Do you mean
these tickets?

Okay, you're gonna need
to stop that, all right?

Stop showing off.

-An exit interview?
- Yes.

-Oh, my God. Are you serious?
-Tell me.

So you mean like, uh,

"Jess is a hard worker,
honest and prompt.

"I believe she'll be
a valuable asset

"to your team at Sizzler
of San Bernardino."

No, not a reference, you dick!

Criticism.
Constructive criticism.

Uh, really?

-Are you serious?
-Yes.

Okay.

Okay.

You got a light touch.

You know, you're kinda
invisible out there.

And you're calm.

You know, you get upside down,
you don't panic. You adjust.

You actually rally

when the going gets tough.

Which is rare.

And I been in this

for a really,
really long time.

And I've never seen
anything like you.

Thank you.

But I was actually talking
about the sex.

Oh, please, there's a thousand
hos better than you.

Oh, please! I can't believe
you said that!

You're just laying there.
You know?

I'm like, "Come on,
is this thing on?"

-You're mean.
-Mmm.

Why Mellow?

Hmm?

Why do they call you Mellow?

Oh. Yeah, you know,
I don't like that name.

I know, but why do
they call you that?

Uh...

My dad just started
calling me that.

And?

And I don't like it.

Ow!

My dad, he said, um,

there's two kinds of people
in this world.

There's hammers and nails.

You decide which one
you wanna be.

He said there's no room
for heart in this game.

That shit'll get you killed.

He, uh... He said I was soft.

So he started calling
me "marshmallow."

-Mellow.
-Yeah.

You're a big old marshmallow,
you are.

Mmm-mmm.

I'm gonna get some more wine.
Do you want some?

Nope, I'm good.

Okay.

How did you get these tickets?

Just one of the many wonderful
things about being me.

...with Chicago.

Let's give a Superdome
welcome to Billy Canady.

Brevings will kick
for the Miami Threshers.

Is this a bad time

to mention I don't
really like football?

Yeah.

Like the worst time possible.

I'm sorry. It just seems

like a lot of standing
around all the time.

Are you kidding?

Don't you think?

Well, you were really excited
about the tickets.

No, I am. I'm so excited.

I just...
I don't get the game.

Okay, I get it.
All right. Um...

You know what?
Forget football.

We can still have fun.
All right.

Hot dogs! Get your
hot dogs right here!

Right there.

I will bet you $1 that
that guy does not

catch that hot dog.

-Down there? Okay.
-Yep.

Oh.

Oh!

How did you know that?

Because that guy cannot throw.

He knocked this
old lady's glasses off

about 10 minutes ago.

Okay, okay. Ooh!

Okay, um...

WO Whoo!

Down there. Shirtless guy
with the body paint.

$10 says he's too drunk
to get up for the wave.

Are you sure?
His team is on a drive.

Are you in or out?

-I'm in.
-Okay.

Don't do it.

Yes!

Really?

-Really?
-I know my drunks.

So you're a fan?

You're considering
yourself a fan?

Thank you! Okay.
We're even now.

All right. Hold on, no, no.
A tiebreaker.

-Okay.
-Um...

Okay. Mamita.
With the short-shorts.

-Oh, yeah. Yeah.
- See her?

How many guys
are gonna look at her ass

as she walks up the aisle?

-Closest one wins.
-End seats only?

-End seats only.
-At least eight.

-Eight?
-Mmm-hmm.

-Three.
-Five.

Can I get in on this?

Sure. 10 bucks, Mr...

Liyuan. I say five guys look.
Sure thing.

Okay.

There's one.

-Two.
-LIYUAN: Yeah.

BOTH: Three.

-Four. Sorry.
-Ah.

Five.

And it's six.

Six.

Seven! Yes!

I'm the closest!
I know my letches, too.

Money, money, money.

LIYUAN: Okay, okay.

I want justice.
I want my money back.

Make another bet.

-Okay.
-I want my change.

Pfft.

Okay. Which team draws
the next penalty?

I don't know football.
You boys play.

Okay. Defense.

How much?

-$1,000.
- Ooh.

Yeah.

I'll do the $1,000.

PLAYER: Hut! Hut!

We have holding.

Number 77. On the offense.

-Ten-yard penalty.
-Yes!

Okay. $5,000!

Do they pass or run?

$5,000.

Oh, wow.

He's been drinking.
He's been drinking.

He is... Yeah.

-Definitely been drinking.
-I have!

- Okay, you call it.
-They run.

They run.

3-18! Hut!

Yeah!

They run, they run! Yeah!

-Ooh, ouch.

Yeah. Ouch is right.
Ouch is right. Um...

On that note,

-I'm gonna get a drink.
-Yeah, me, too.

Uh-uh-uh! Double or nothing.
Your bet.

No, I'm good. I'm good,
man, thank you.

No, no, no. Easy bet.
Easy bet.

They make this kick, you win.
Good odds, huh?

They always make this kick.
You can't lose.

Come on! I want to play.

I like you.

You can't lose.

Oh, come on! I want to play!

-How much?
-Double or nothing. $10,000.

Oh, too much?

All right. 10 grand.

3-42! Hut!

-Oh, no.
-Really?

-I'm sorry.
-Wow.

I'm sorry.
I'm such a lucky guy!

Maybe we should...

Maybe we should
just get going.

Hmm. All right.

Wait, hold up, hold up.

Fifty.

-Say again?
-Fifty grand.

-Nicky.
-It's all right.

It's all right. Okay?

-Okay.
-Relax. Um...

He's not gonna
return the kick.

On the kickoff
he'll take a knee.

Ah.

Now you make
things interesting.

Okay.

Okay. We good?

-Nicky?
- Relax.

-Wow.
-It's okay.

Oh.

-It's okay.
-All right. Hold it, hold on.

Give me one second. Gimme
a second. Gimme a second.

100 grand.

$100,000?

Yep.

You don't have $100,000.

Yeah, I do.

You can't do that.

Next play. Pass incomplete.

I say he catches it.

You've gotta be
fucking kidding me.

We're going.

We're going!

We're going.

All of it.

-1.1 million.
-Nicky.

Nicky, that is my money, too.

High card takes it all.

You are crazy.

I like it.

After you.

Thank you.

What was that you said?
"Tomo ha de"? What's that?

It's just an expression.

It's hard to explain.

Rough translation,

I am fucked!

I'm sorry, friend.
That's what happens

when you play
with the big boys.

Oh, fuck me.

Double it.

Oh, man.
Dude, what are you doing?

I'm good for it.

Double it.

You got a problem, my friend.

Take those binoculars.

Pick any player
on or off the field,

and I will guess the number.

Any player?

That's like 100 to 1.

It's good odds for you.
Two million.

That's fucking crazy.

I don't like it.

Okay, okay.
I'll sweeten it for you.

You pick the player,

and she'll guess the number.

What?

You're fucking crazy.

But I can't turn down
free money.

You got a bet.

Alvin.

What are you doing?

Don't drag me into this.

What, it's not enough
you lost everyone's money?

My money!

Oh, she sounds like my wife.

Get your hands off me.
You're sick!

Hey, hey, hey, come on.
Wait! Wait!

Whoa, hey! Don't put
your hands on her.

What the hell is your problem?

Bub-bub-bub-bub!

Tell him to keep
his damn hands to himself.

I understand. I understand.
I am sorry.

He has gotten carried away.

He likes to pretend that
he is the Kevin Costner

and I am the Whitney Houston.

-The hell!
-LIYUAN: Steven!

Please. He just knows
that I want to play.

Let's play!

Look at me. Hey.

Please don't make me
do this. Nicky, please.

-Just pick.
-Don't make me do this.

-Jess.
-Just let me go.

Just do it.

Pick a fucking player.

Please don't make me
do this, Nicky. Please.

Please.

Okay.

I got one.

Do you want me
to write it down?

Nah, I trust you.

Nicky.

Then, it's her turn.

Just do it. Pick.

Pick a fucking player.

He's crazy, I know.

But it will be his fault.

Not yours.

PLAYER: Come on, boys.
Let's do it!

Don't take a chance!
Fair catch if you have to!

Set up to run!

Um... I don't know. I don't...

Look. I give you one chance
to back down, okay?

No hard feelings.

Pick.

Wow.

I guess...

I guess number...

Wait.

Number 55.

No.

No.

No, no, no, no,
no fucking way!

That is unbelievable!
How did you do that?

I'm right?

-Fuck!
- Am I right?

-Yes! You're fucking right!
- I'm right?

-Fucking shit!
- Oh, my God.

You're fucking right.

-That is great.
-You're not mad?

-No fucking way!
-No?

I'm not mad.

Oh, we have got to
go to Vegas.

Right now! I have a jet!

Oh, that was incredible.

Did you see what she just did?

And, you. You. Oh, you have
got some big fucking balls.

You are my new fucking hero.

-Double or nothing?
-No! No fucking way!

Get the fuck
out of my suite! Now!

Yeah! First down, baby!
First down!

Good run! Good run!

We're good, coach.

Consider your debt settled.

I am going to kill you.

Kill me later.

I'm going to kill you!

-What?
-You did great. You did great.

-You did great.
-Oh, my God.

How did you do that?

Liyuan Tse. Legendary gambler.

He bets on everything.
Anything.

Huge cash bets, all the time.

Once, the Bellagio
put Bill Gates

out of the high roller's suite
'cause Liyuan was flying in.

He is the perfect vic.

But how did you know
who he was gonna pick?

We told him to.

We been telling him all day.

From the moment
he left his hotel room,

we've been priming him.

Programming his subconscious.

He's been seeing
the number 55 all day long.

-On the elevator.

In the lobby.

Even the stick pin
on the doorman.

Not only that,
we loaded his route from

-the hotel to the stadium.

He looks out the window,
primers are everywhere.

Now, he doesn't see it,
but he does.

-There's no getting around it.

He even sees Farhad.

I'm trying to drive,
you Rhino bitch!

Fuck the Rhinos!
Fuck the Rhi...

Suggestions are everywhere.

From the number
of flowers in a vase

to the tramp stamp
on the hooker

we sent to his room
last night.

Oh, that is genius.

Yeah. And it's not only
what he sees.

It's what he hears.

The Mandarin word
for five is "Wu."

There are 124 "woo-woos"

in Sympathy for the Devil.

Now, he's not registering it,
but it's all there.

So when he picks up
those binoculars,

looks out on the field,

sees a familiar face
with the number 55

on his jersey,

some little voice in the back
of his mind says,

"That's it."

And he thinks it's intuition.
And he picks.

Do you want me
to write it down?

And you, being in the dark,
was the convincer.

We call that
the "Little Blind Mouse."

I'm the Blind Mouse?

You're such an asshole!

You can't tell me
that's 100% real!

Well, it's probabilistic.

Uh, Farhad has it
at about 59%,

but it's better than Vegas.

And what if he picked wrong?

Double it till it happens.

That's amazing.

You're amazing.

Nicky!

What's wrong?

You did great.

Okay.

What's going on?
Why are we pulling over?

Nicky?

What is this?

It's 80.

The job is over.

You did great.

You're kidding, right?

You're...

Take her to the airport.

I'm not going to the airport.
Wait!

Can you just talk to me?
Can you just...

-I'm sorry. You did great.
-Nicky.

-What's going on?
-You did great.

Answer me!

Nicky!

Shit!

I wasn't expecting
such a kind face.

The tech says his gizmo
checks out.

But in all candor,
I don't like this.

And I don't like him.

Why?

He's a con man, sir.

That's the point.

I keep my Beretta well fed.

Owens. Why do you
have to be so dramatic?

Invite him to lunch.

GARRIGA: You are a man
known for great skills

of persuasion and deception.

You were very hard
for me to find.

Why did you take my offer?

Went broke.

My car.

Forty million euro
in R&D, easily.

McEwen, Rahal, Lotus...

Any team in any class,
they spend half of that.

But I have something
none of them have.

-A fuel-burn algorithm.
-Yes.

The EXR.

They all want it.

It's legal.

And my engineers promise
it guarantees me a win.

That's not enough for me.

This year McEwen is the only
team standing in my way.

That is why I wanted you.

So...

This needs
to be discreet.

It needs to be safe. No holes.

I will pose as a disgruntled
team engineer of yours

offering to sell
the EXR to McEwen.

What I will give him
is a fake.

It doesn't really do anything,

just gives false readings
to their instruments.

It will mislead
the driver enough

that you'll have
a slight added edge.

A third of a second every
few laps. Imperceptible.

Just because the techs say
that it checks out,

what makes you think
you can convince them

that you're absolutely real?

That you're...
That you're totally authentic?

You can't be
dicking around here, boy.

You don't need to
worry about me.

I'm extremely well-researched.

We'll proceed as planned,

starting at the
kick-off party tonight.

-Okay.
-I'll be seen drinking

and boisterous
and disgruntled.

I will approach you
in full view of McEwen.

An argument will ensue,
I will throw my drink,

I will shove you,
if that's okay with you?

-It's okay.
-I'd be very surprised

if McEwen didn't
approach me right there,

but if not,
I will contact him.

Good.

Whatever he's willing
to pay me, I will be

keeping 100% for myself

on top of the one million
from you.

Do we have a deal?

Yes, Mr. Garriga,
we have a deal.

That's great.

-Appreciate your time.
-Thank you.

I'll see you tonight.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Drama.

I'm excited.

That's right.

Do you speak English?

Yes, absolutely.

Yeah, but you speak
good Spanish. Oh, yes.

Oh, why, thank you, thank you.

Look, I'm here tonight
for business.

And I am
a recovering alcoholic.

So when I ask you

for a vodka martini
on the rocks,

if you could give me
water with olives,

that would be fantastic.

-Great decision, sir. Wise.
-Thank you.

And the thing is,
I don't even drink.

That man got me
drinking again.

Okay, vodka martini
on the rocks.

On the rocks!

I wonder if Garriga
is Spanish for thief.

Oh, my God, what a drinker!

Who the fuck put
a couch full of women

in the middle of this place?

Hey!

Where are
all the black people?

There he is, right there,
the Commander in Thief!

But I guess you can
do what you want

when you're a rich prick!

Maybe you should
slow down a little.

No, no, no. I just wanna
talk to the man.

This is a free country.

Buenos Aires is
a free country, right?

WO No,
Buenos Aires is a city.

Okay. I'm gonna go over there.

Hey!

Hey!

-Well, hello.
-Hey.

Hello.

God, it's been a long time.

So you...

You're here with, uh...

-Rafael?
-Yeah.

Yeah, he, um...

He owns one
of the teams, so...

Is he a mark?

No.

We're together.

Have been for a long time.

I'm out of the game.

Jess, um...

All right. About New Orleans,
and just...

Oh, Nicky. No.

I really don't need
an explanation.

I mean, if anything,
I should be thanking you.

You did me a favor.

Well, that's fantastic.

He's probably wondering
where I am.

Take care of yourself, okay?

You, too. Be well.

Um, Nicky.

He doesn't know about my past,

so you don't know me.

Okay?

Okay.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Alcohol.

Can I get a vodka, please?

Sure.

This is water.

No, sir, it's vodka.

It's water.

Sir, I know who you are.

Marcello told me about
you and your condition,

so back off.

All right... You're kidding.

Are you drunk?

Mr. Garriga is not a guy
you wanna cross.

Me neither.

Now just what part of the plan

calls for a tray
full of appletinis?

You pledging a sorority?

No.

I'm just rethinking
the plan a little bit.

Goddamn prima donna
delicate science bullshit.

You are not splitting
atoms here, pal.

This ain't CERN.

Just do what you're being
paid to do. Shitheel.

Hey!

Garriga!

Oh, God.

Don't worry, it's just
a disgruntled engineer.

I expect you have
something to say to me.

-Ow!
-Oh, my God.

-Oh, shit.

-Why are you punching?
-You stole from me!

Nobody steals from me!

I am such
a disgruntled engineer!

-Get him out of here!
-Yes, sir.

GARRIGA: Out! Get out!

Oversold it a bit, didn't you?

I was just caught up
in the moment.

Out! Get him out.

Get rid of him.

GARRIGA: It's okay. I'm good.

Go back to the party.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm okay.

What the hell was that?

The racing business, cariño.

-Jesus.
-That's all.

Wait a minute.

You can't throw me out.
I'm staying in this hotel.

GUARD: Let me see your keys.

Thank you.

Mr. McEwen would like
to have lunch.

Information is on the card.

I still got it.

McEWEN: You ever heard
of Udo Pappenphus?

What the fuck
are you looking at?

Nothing.

I'm sorry, I'm...

Udo Pappenphus was an engineer
for Ferrari for many years.

Fucking brilliant.

One day, Udo Pappenphus

was found behind a berm
with his throat cut.

Udo,

he was that prick
Garriga's man.

I want three million euro.

Well, fuck. Jesus.

It's the EXR.

EXR.

You're Father fucking
Christmas to me, mate.

I'm gonna need to
see some proof.

You understand? Proof.

What the fuck
are you lookin' at, mate?

Nothing. Just repeat
what you said.

What, the pool go Euro?

Gordon!

Get me fucking
field glasses, mate.

They're on that...
On the thing.

Oh, yeah. She is a beauty.

-I love these race skanks.
-She is not a race skank.

Course she's
a fucking race skank.

Town's lousy with them.

Can we get back
to business? Please.

She's a little small on top
for my taste, but who cares?

One man's small is
another man's perfection.

It's like a "breasts are
a subjective opinion" topic.

Maybe if you're booking
a fashion show, mate.

I'm talking about fucking
slapping balls, mate.

Do you want the thing or not?

I'm gonna need to see proof.

I'll contact you.

-Hola.
-Hola.

-A Spritz, por favor.

BARTENDER: Okay.

And a vodka
and cranberry, please.

Hey, you need to
put some clothes on.

Excuse me?

There's Australian
people here.

What is that supposed to mean?

I'm just saying, Jess.

They shipped all those people
down there for a reason.

Okay.

Gracias.

Whoa, what...

You don't know me, remember?

Oh.

And what was that last night?

Was that about me?

Please. No.

Are you working
an angle on Rafael?

No, Jess. I'm working for him.

But I wouldn't trust him
if I were you.

But I should trust you?

-All right, Jess. Okay, Jess.
-That's interesting.

Come on.

Nicky, if Rafael
sees us together,

I don't know what's
gonna happen, okay?

He's the jealous type.
You need to stay away from me.

Fuck Rafael.

And, Nicky?

You're still an easy lift.

Stop touching my shit, Jess.

Well?

Looks credible.

Three million, eh?

Yes, sir.

I can have the complete
package in 48 hours.

Codes, documentation,
and analysis.

No worries, mate. No worries.

So, what's next?

Wait for my call.

-Hola.
-Hola.

Señor Garriga's
assistant called.

She pulled a few things
she said you might like.

Great.

Hola.

Sir! Miss?

You forgot...

...your bag.

You really
should be more aware.

Oh, God. Seriously?

-Malbec?
-Yes, it is.

Where'd you learn that?

It's all they drink here.

-Hmm.
-And it says it on the label.

You know, Nicky, I've been
thinking about all this.

And?

And...

Nicky.

Let me have it.

Nicky, if we just ran...
If we just...

You know, if I could
slip away or if we could...

Yes.

-Can we just...
-Whatever. Yes.

I can't.

I can't, I'm sorry.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait, Jess.

Whatever you want.

I can keep you safe.

-Nicky.
-Come on, Jess.

Nicky, you taught me so much.

But I've learned
a lot since then.

And I'd really

like to show you all
the things I've learned.

Like how I learned
how to play men

like I just played you.

How's it feel?

-Wow.
-Yeah.

-Oh.
-Wow.

I think you're losing it.

That was pathetic.

"I'll keep you safe"?

What was that?

Does that work?
Does that get you laid?

Hey, that was not a line!

I'm not falling
for your shit again.

-Don't...
-Okay?

And I'm very happy.

So stay away from me.

Nice ass-o.

Nice ass. Nice ass.

Very nice, very nice.

-Hey. Let's get a steak.

A steak?
It's 9:00 in the morning.

Take that up with God.

How was the flight?

Jesus Christ. They had me
squeezed between two fat guys.

It sounds like
you're complaining

and you shouldn't be,
because I'm giving you a cut.

FARHAD: All right,
where's this going down?

-You got the piece?
-It's in my bag.

Can you get it?
I'm too fat to reach it.

Watch this.

Nothing but net.

-Ah, fuck, you all right?
-Yeah.

You all right?

Hey there.

Farhad?

Hi! How are you?

God, look at you!
You've lost so much weight.

I did a cleanse.

-You here with Nicky?
-Sort of.

-Do you mind?
-Please.

You must be really turned on
with all these

-beautiful women here.
-I suppose.

You do more than suppose.

What does that mean?

-Oh, dear God!
-I'm just saying.

Please never make
that face again.

I don't even wanna know
what that means.

-Oh, I think we do.
-I think we don't.

Listen, everybody knows
you're a lesbian.

-God, I missed you.
-It's completely fine.

-Who knows I'm a lesbian?
-It's especially fine to me.

Where are you
getting this from?

Every other time you speak
I smell a vagina.

-It's not true.
-That's not a bad thing,

believe me.

Oh, Jesus.

Okay, all right.

Listen, you got
Nicky all nuts.

-I do? Good.
-Yeah.

I've never seen him like this.

You know, he's barely worked
since New Orleans.

Seriously?

I know he's an asshole.
I mean, a really big asshole.

Yeah.

He should've
handled it better.

But he's my friend,
and I'm gonna bat for him.

So can you give him a break?

I don't care
what Nicky told you.

I'm not falling for this shit.

I don't think
you got that right.

He seems different now,

and I've known him
a long time.

How do I know that?

What is that?

It's an orange.

He kept it for you
all this time.

Mini market!

Shit.

That looks nice.

-I can't believe you kept it.
-Hmm.

Or found it.

-Or replicated it.
-(NICKY LAUGHING)

I don't know with you.

No, I kept it.

Thank you.

So Farhad said you didn't
work for a long time.

Yeah, a couple of years.
Just didn't feel right.

I even reached out to my dad.

I hadn't seen him in years.

I asked him if he'd
ever gone straight before.

"Of course. I go straight
every time I'm on parole.

"Now drink a cup
of concrete. Man up."

-Solid advice.
-Yes.

How's that working out?

Well, thought I was
ready to work.

Then the girl walked in.

Why are you going to
all this trouble, Nicky?

What do you want from me?

I can convince
anyone of anything.

I once convinced a man
that an empty warehouse

was the Federal Reserve.

-So I'm good.
-Yeah.

You're the best.

But what I really want

is to tell you
that I've changed,

and tell you that I am sorry,

and I just want you
to believe me.

You know, I want
to believe you.

I want to believe you.

I'm different now.

I have to be getting back.

I can't do this. I'm sorry.

You all right?

-What happened?
-I don't wanna talk about it.

-Did he do something to you?
-No.

Jess, did he put
his hands on you?

-Tell me what happened.
-Just kiss me.

I have to leave soon.

I want you to come with me.

I know you think you love him.

But

I want you to come
with me tonight.

I don't love him.

I just... But I...

But you can't trust me.

I understand that.

If you come with me,
we'll figure it out.

-I want...

It's Owens. I gotta take it.

Yeah.

Where are you?
I'm in my room.

Good. I'm at the door.

He's at the do...

-All right. All right. Um...
-What?

Damn, you should have ma...

All right. Give me a sec.

We're good, just... (GROANS)

I'll get rid of him.

Hey.

You're still sleeping?

I thought you were
meeting with McEwen.

I am. Later.

There's a lazy Sunday softness
to your generation.

Makes me uncomfortable.

I like to be on my feet.

I'll lie down
when I get cancer.

Or if I fuck.

Both of which
will be done on my back,

in case you were wondering.

Um, no, actually,
I wasn't wondering.

But thank you
for sharing that.

Sarcasm. Another pillar
of your generation.

You wanna tell
somebody to fuck off,

tell 'em to fuck off.

Don't say,
"Gee, what a great jacket."

It's weakness.

That is a messy bed.

Yeah, I don't sleep well.

Someone here, son?
Who you calling "son"?

You know why you don't

-sleep well?
No, tell me.

You with your iPhones
and your smart phones,

and your laptops
and computers.

All of which produce
nothing but a barrage

of useless information.

Fucking Twitter.

As if anyone actually cares

that you're eating
a turkey sandwich for lunch.

Sorry. Panini.

-Sarcasm?
-Satire.

Fuckin' panini.

Look, um, are we done?

You might be.

Who'd you pick up
at the airport?

What, Garriga has
you fucking following me?

I got people there.

My computer guy.

Why?
Is there a problem?

There won't be
because he's fucking here.

I got a little red hair
on my taint

that tickles when
something's afoot.

And lately,

I've been scratching
my nethers

like a fucking macaque.

Okay.

Look, there's no reason
for anybody to panic

and start getting
bent out of shape

because we're getting
to the end.

Nice day.

Nicky!

How the fuck did you do...

Back here. 7:00.

Okay.

Uh, guess your taint
was wrong.

Enough of the pleasantries.

Hey, nice jacket.

Fuck off.

It's real.

Gordon!

Gordon!

Fucking you, mate.

You're my new fucking
favorite person, fella.

I fucking swear
you're fucking six inches

fucking taller and twice as

fucking handsome
since you walked in here!

There you go, son!

Lap it up.

My pleasure, Mr. McEwen,
I wish you the best of luck.

Friends like you,
who needs luck?

Now fuck off!

Yes?
-Mr. Garriga.

-How did it go?
-It's done.

Good.

I wish you the best of luck.

With friends like you,
who needs luck?

Jess, letting you know
I've left a key for you

at the desk. See you at 7:00.

Wish you
the best of luck.

With friends like you,
who needs luck?

I wish you the best of luck.

With friends like you,
who needs luck?

I wish you
the best of luck.

With friends like you,
who needs luck?

Wish you
the best of luck.

With friends like you,
who needs luck?

Wish you
the best of luck.

Friends like you,
who needs luck?

MAN 1: Friends like you,
who needs luck?

MAN 2: Friends like you,
who needs luck, huh?

Jess.

Jess.

Fuck!

Sorry I'm late.

What?

Nothing.

Let's go.

Do you really think
I'm such an amateur

that I would not have
someone with McEwen?

Someone to keep eyes on you?

Hmm?

Twenty years in this business

teach you never
to be too careful.

He is my secret weapon.

Now, imagine my surprise

when Gordon showed me
what you sold to McEwen.

Not some fake softwares,
as we discussed,

but my plans, my designs.

The real EXR!

Stolen from my servers,
stolen from me!

What's more, you sold it
to McEwen for 3 million euros.

But in these bags,
there is 27 million euros!

Which means you sold it
to everyone!

This is my reputation!
This is my standing!

You've made me
look like an amateur.

That's what you get
when you hire a con man.

Thieving piece of shit.

How did you get
the information?

Hmm?

And what did she
have to do with it? Huh?

All right. Nothing.
All right? Listen.

-Tell me.
- Hey.

Hmm?

Hmm? Tell me!

Leave her the fuck alone!
I'll tell you!

I have... I have a guy.

He cracked your encryption.

He found a back door
into your server.

It was actually pretty easy.
You should probably fire

-your IT guy.
-GARRIGA: No.

No! You used my login.
My password.

Computer just tries
every possible combination.

Bullshit!

This generates a new password
every 15 minutes.

It never leaves my sight.

-How did you get it?
-Who the fuck cares, man?

-It's done.
-Okay.

Tell me!

-I want to know how!
-Let her go!

-How, how, how, how?
-Let her go!

-How? How?
-All right. It was her.

It was her.
All right? It was her!

It was her.

It was her.

But she didn't know.

She didn't know anything.

Okay.

Your security was tight.

It was tighter
than I expected.

I thought I could break

the key, but I couldn't.

Then I saw Jess at the party.

And when I found out that
the two of you were together,

I knew she was my in.

So I used her.

And I've been using her.

You see, there's a science to
getting people to trust you.

With women, it's all about
emotion. Connection.

That you feel the emotion

as strongly as they do.

They've been dreaming
about that shit

ever since
they were little girls.

With her,
it was shared history.

A friendly face.

Set her off balance.
Helps diffuse aggression.

You've lost so much weight!

Start discussing
emotional shit.

They're disarmed.

Now, they're open.

You know you got 'em

when they start to
unconsciously mimic you.

A head nod.

A hand gesture.

It means you're in sync.

Sociologists refer to it
as the Gauchais Reaction.

And then,
you move in for the kill.

You tell 'em
how they've changed you.

I'm different, Jess.

Changed how you see the world.

Then you close.

A talisman.

A gift that says,

"You've always been
in my thoughts."

The necklace had
a wireless key logger in it.

All I needed was for her
to enter your room.

And when she did that,
I had what I needed.

Picked up on your keystrokes.

I logged in
to your computer as you,

and downloaded everything
about the EXR.

I'm sorry.

But it was not her fault.

She had no idea.

She got fooled.

So why don't we let her go.

And me and you can do whatever
the fuck you need to do.

I think he's lost his mind.

What's funny?

GARRIGA: More bullshit.

What is so funny?

GARRIGA: More lies.

What the fuck is so funny?

What's so funny? (LAUGHING)

Garriga's not my boyfriend.

What?

I hardly even know him.

She's just a race skank.

What's a race skank?

-But I saw you...
-No. You...

You saw what
I wanted you to see.

You taught me that, remember?

She's been driving me crazy.

Hanging around,
flirting, teasing.

The minute I try to get her
up to my room...

But I have a headache. Cramps.

That time of the month.

It's like a crime scene.

I have Scrabble in my room.

A headache.

A period. Right?

The world's longest period.

She's never even been
in my room.

What?

We're so screwed.

What the fuck?

I was trying to...

What the fuck, Jess?

I was trying to
steal his watch!

-This watch?
- Yes.

You're not still
doing watches!

It's a Piaget Emperador!

It's worth 200 grand!

I'd been on him for a week.

I was waiting for my chance.

And then you showed up.

You are so much better
than watches, Jess.

It's what I am good at
and I like it!

Okay, no, no, no.
When you came to my hotel,

he had roughed you up.

No. He had roughed me up.

She was stealing from him.

He caught me racking up
charges on

Garriga's credit line, and
he scared the shit outta me.

This is really
fucking unbelievable.

You did all of this
to make me jealous?

No. Some of it was payback
for New Orleans, but...

Yeah, to make you jealous.

I cannot believe
you lied to me.

-You can't believe I lied?
-Can't believe it.

-You can't believe I lied?
-I can't believe it.

Oh, that's so rich from you.
So rich from you.

That's what you wanna
say to me?

Yeah, 'cause there's always
a job. Always a job.

Be sure!

'Cause I just tried
to save your life!

By lying!

'Cause you're
always lying, Nicky.

I don't know when
you're telling the truth.

And now we're dead.

Fuck.

She's right.

You're right.

I am...

Here's the thing about lying.
Here's the problem...

Fucks up all your options.
Paints you into a corner.

What the fuck
you talking about?

Are you outta your mind?

And then you're forced to
do some really dumb shit.

You wanna die?

Well, if I die,
I wanna die telling the truth.

And if I lie, I wanna lie
like normal people lie.

I want my wife to say,
"Hey, honey.

"Do I look fat
in these jeans?"

And I wanna say,

"No, sweetie.
You look terrific.

"You should wear those."

That's how I wanna lie.

But this...

If I'm done,

I'm gonna tell the truth.

So, Mr. Garriga, I'm gonna
tell you the truth.

And you are not
gonna like it at all.

About a year ago,

-I pick up the phone...

-What the fuck are you doing?
- Nicky?

I couldn't take
another fucking word.

You're next, honey.

No! Are you crazy?

Look at me. Look at me.
Look at me.

GARRIGA: What the hell
were you thinking? Huh?

Fuck you!

Now somebody's hurt.

You know what? I have
nothing to do with this.

Nicky, look at me.
Look at me. It's okay.

This is your mess!

You clean it up,
and keep me out of it.

I don't know
what to do. Please...

Please, please stay with me.
Stay with me. Stay with me.

No, no, no, no.
No. Look at me.

Look at me. Look at me.
It's fine.

Nicky, look at me.
Look at my eyes.

I love you, okay? I love you.

Please. Please don't do this.
Please.

Please. (SOBBING)

I trust you.

You cannot leave me again.

Please do not leave me again.

Please.

What the fuck?

You want him to fucking die?

What kind of a piker are you,
for Christ's sakes?

Oh, shit!

Didn't he tell you
I was on the inside?

Jesus.

You must be terrified.

It's gonna be okay.
He is not gonna die.

Do you hear me?
He is not gonna die.

Probably.

You see, you shoot between
the third and the fourth rib,

just about 11 o'clock
off the left nipple. Here.

Hold pressure on that.
Hold pressure on that.

Okay.

That misses the heart
and the major arteries.

It does, however,
puncture the lung. Let me in.

There we go.

Is this Toledo Panic Button?

Oh, maybe you're not
such a piker after all.

Left untreated, you got
about ten minutes

before you drown
in your own blood.

But you patch it up,

you account
for the cavity pressure.

Oh, God.

And then...

There we go. There we go.

-There we go.

There's my boy.

Oh, Jesus.
There's my boy.

Are you okay?

Oh, Jesus.

Here. Hold on to that.
Hold on to that.

You keep your eye on that.
If he can't breathe,

you pull the plunger
again, okay?

Okay.

Good Lord, I cannot believe
that you made me shoot you.

And then for what?

So that you can make cow eyes
at some race skank!

She is not
a race skank!

I'm not a race skank!

You die with the lie, Mellow,

and you still just might.

Fuck you.
Don't call me "Mellow."

- Jesus H. Christ.
-You're his dad?

In the loosest fucking
possible terms.

I'm Bucky, by the way.

You know, I like you, honey.
You can take a punch.

God.

And there it is.

I tell you what,
you steal us a car,

-and I'll gather up the money.
-I can't steal a car.

I've been working
for this prick Spaniard

for three years,

and he's got a guy at McEwen
and doesn't tell me?

What the hell
ever happened to trust?

Are we almost there?

I bust my ass to get you
that EXR crap and... Ah.

And then the girl walked in.

Don't be an asshole.

That any way
to talk to your father?

You're not my father.
You walked away.

I took you off the street.

Taught you my trade,
I taught you my passion.

Three generations of skills.

And in spite of all
my earnest efforts,

in spite of all my hard work,

you turned into a good person.

Well, I just...

Go figure.

And I left you on the street

for a good goddamn reason.

Because I was soft.

Oh, that just shows
what you know,

you dumb son of a bitch.

We had a good thing going.

And then one day,

like seven years in,
we're running this

poker deal in Boston,

and a guy pulled a gun.

Fucking gun! Glock.

First time I'd ever seen one.

And I'm just... I'm paralyzed.

Huh.

And all I could think about
was the kid.

That night I walked,
and I never looked back.

Love will get you killed
in this racket.

No place for that shit here.

No happiness with that.

You know how they say
there's honor among thieves.

Well, you're no thief, Mellow.

You made your choice.

So I'm taking the money.

All of it.

Mmm-mmm.
Mmm-hmm.

Well, that explains a lot.

Yeah, that's Dad.

-No!
-Yep!

-No!
-Yep!

See you at Christmas.

One, two, ready?

Okay, that's good,
that's good.

Okay, almost there.

I don't know what
we're gonna do now.

We'll be fine.

How?

Trust me.

I got you.

I got you.