All language subtitles for Leverage S02E11 The Bottle Job

Can I get you boys
any refills?

Ah, no, thank you, Cora.

Oh.

Can I get that back
on the way out?

If you're good, Mr. Cabella.
Rules are rules.

Listen, honey.

Our condolences.

Your father was a kind host.

It's hard to see
his empty chair there.

He was the best of us.

- Yes.
- To John McRory!

John McRory!

Is that Mistress
Cora McRory?

I don't believe
we've met, Mr...

Mark Doyle.

This is Liam.
This is Liam's Brother.

- My sympathies, by the by.
- Aye.

Forgive me for conducting such dirty
business on your day of mourning,

but himself owed me a debt
and I've come by to collect.

My father owed you money?

He took out a loan
12 months ago, $5,000.

With interest it's 15
and come due today.

Fifteen thousand dollars?

- I don't have that...
- Unlike Yankee banks,

I don't give
unsecured loans.

Your Da put up his pub
as collateral.

The bar is all he had.

In this life, some are given
to need, some provision.

My boys tell me
you're the sole heiress.

So, 15,000, pay up.

Or, if it's easier for you,
I'll take the pub.

Thank you, Liam.

Go on, love.

Collect yourself,
check your assets.

We'll wait for
exactly two hours.

So this is
paying respects, hmm?

Oh, absolutely, yeah.
I mean, it's an Irish wake.

You know, there's a poker
game going on in the back room.

Yeah, at one time or another,
every man in this neighborhood

played in John McRory's Friday
night game. It's an honor.

I mean, hell, my father played
in it for ten years, before...

This was your father's local?

Oh, hey, this was my father's
office. Right here.

And he held court
right there on that stool.

And he would just...

I mean,
I grew up in this place.

It must have been
an interesting education.

We can
work something out.

Now, what did we learn,
Nathan?

Don't gamble with
another man's money.

Good lad.

Yeah.
Better than prep school.

What kind of crook
was your dad?

Parker, you just...

- He ran numbers.
- Let me get this straight.

So you stopped stealing,
you stopped drinking

and you moved upstairs
from a thief bar.

He did. I get that.
You don't get that?

Why does nobody
get that?

No,
the thing about it is...

I mean, now it's just
a neighborhood bar.

I mean, back in the day

you never knew who you
were drinking next to.

You had the mob on one side,
the law on the other.

- Times have changed.
- Yeah, you know, not that much.

But, Cora here, I remember
the day she was born.

She grew up here too.

And she turned out
all right.

Huh, Cora?

Whoo.

Redheads burn
the hottest, don't they?

Easy.
She's like my niece.

She's not like
your daughter, though.

Yeah. Like my niece. So, I don't
want you to like my niece

- 'cause she's like my niece.
- I don't like your niece.

No, but you know what I mean.

There.
That's all we have.

Let's see now.

Two hundred and ten.

Noted.

Well...

That's only 14,790 to go.

The rich and powerful,
they take what they want.

We steal it back for you.

Sometimes bad guys
make the best good guys.

We provide... leverage.

His name's Mark Doyle.

He's Irish.

You know, he says Dad took out
a loan from him a year ago.

I didn't believe him
at first...

Thank you.

...but I realize

that was just before
the cancer took Mom.

You know, I tried
to help him with the bills.

He swore he had it
under control.

- I could have stopped this.
- No. Listen.

This guy Doyle,
he's a loan shark.

I don't think
you could've helped.

But, maybe we can. Hmm?

No, he wants 15,000
in the next two hours,

Nate,
or he's taking the bar.

I can't get that kind
of money. In two hours?

Why don't you do this? Why
don't you go back downstairs,

tend to the guests
and everything.

And we'll try to figure out
something here, OK?

OK. Thank you.

Why don't we just
send her to the police?

I mean, I don't use 'em, but
this is what they're for, right?

No, if Cora says to the police
that she owes Doyle money,

Doyle denies it.

Six months later he comes
and burns down the bar.

And that's assuming that he doesn't
have a couple of local police on the arm.

That's what sucks
about the credit crunch.

Honest people can't get loans, sharks move
in, 12 points on the interest every month.

There's no way to get out
from under that.

I don't care.

You don't collect debts at a
wake. You just don't do it.

Want me to go downstairs,
break this guy's knees?

No, we need some
reconnaissance.

Like, you know, why is this
Irish loan shark here?

And...

...what is this
two-hour timetable?

Why don't you call Tara,

tell her we got a job.

What's the game?

Twenty questions.

I'll do it in ten.
That one?

Right there.

Oh.

I'm Trish,
and I'm lonely.

Shot of Jamie, rocks.

That's only a bit of Irish.

How'd you like
a whole lot of Irish?

And what do you do?

Typical.

Only Americans ask
for your occupation

before your name.

I'm a bank, sweetheart.

You're a bit short
for a bank.

Very clever.

It's a family business, mine.
Based back in Belfast.

I'm the VP in charge
of overseas expansion.

Slow down.
I love it. I love it.

Nothing but cash and an ID.

I'm running it, but we got
next to nothing on this guy.

No bank accounts,
no credit cards.

He's totally off the grid.

Mark Doyle, loan shark.

If I were ashamed,
I couldn't do my job, could I?

I provide a service
for people with no recourse,

help those
with nowhere else to turn.

Society needs me.

Right, but isn't it, um...

...illegal?

As me Da says, we pick up
where the law leaves off.

Got something on dear old Da.

Tim Doyle.

Not only runs the family
loan-sharking business,

but used to kill people
with nail bombs for the IRA.

I convinced me Da to let me open
a branch over here in Boston.

Grow the business,
as it were.

For 200 years, America took
Ireland's best and brightest.

I'm just here
to collect the interest.

You are so smart.

So, why is it that everyone else
is broke and you're not?

Cash only, love.

That's the secret.

Numbers on a screen
can be manipulated,

but a cash business endures.

It was good enough for my Da and his
Da before him, it's good enough for me.

I got plane tickets.

Doyle's headed for Belfast
in a couple of hours.

OK, well, that explains the deadline,
but why take the bag of cash?

Tara, I need you
to ask something.

How long are you in town?

Leaving tonight.

Annual review, sort of.

Show my new branch of
the business is profitable.

How profitable?

Oh!

That's not all of it, mind.

Just enough to repay me Da
for his investment,

and prove that this branch
is very, very profitable indeed.

Well, then,

you can buy a girl
a drink.

Be right back.

Hmm.

Same again.

Can't just steal the note,

it's only gonna
tick this guy off.

Can we con him
in two hours?

More like an hour
and a half.

We can't pull something
together this fast.

Fifty bucks.
I got fifty bucks.

Hardison,
I need you to tell me

what live sports
are being broadcast.

Tara, set the hook.
You guys, I need cash.

No. It's impossible.

You want to run the wire.

In two hours.

One and a half.

The wire's three weeks,
minimum.

Look at it as
the wire in a bottle, OK?

Because no one's done it before
doesn't mean it's impossible.

Yeah, it does.
What are we supposed to do?

- Steal the wake?
- Whoa, have some respect.

Borrow the wake
to save the bar.

OK, guys, nothing fancy,
classic wire.

You delay the sports feed.

Now I know what's gonna happen,
he doesn't, I get him to bet.

- Now, where's my cash?
- Look, man,

it is 9:00pm on a Friday night.
All the banks are closed.

- ATMs.
- Daily withdrawal limits.

If y'all want me to do
an electronic wire transfer

of 100 grand between the Caymans
and Madagascar, I can do that.

If you're talking cash,
you're out of luck.

I'm sorry.
Welcome to the future.

Use your little slimmer
thing and gank the ATMs.

It's called a skimmer,
but thank you for trying.

And, no, I don't have
that thing anymore.

We're the good guys now.

I haven't used
that thing in months.

- Months?
- Yeah.

We've been the good guys
longer than that.

Well, we had a break.

Can we please focus?

Emergency fund.

Whoa!

What are you doing?

You thought I kept Old Nate
around for sentimental reasons?

Yes.

Nah.

Just a little over
nine grand.

- That enough?
- Yeah.

I don't need enough to win,
just enough to lose.

It's perfect.

I'll take care
of the muscle.

All right.

Hardison, let me know when
you got control of the feeds.

Here. This is the cable to the
television in the bar downstairs.

Nate, we're ready down here.

I'm about to splice,
well, everything.

Oh, perfect.

Ah, come on, Trish,
don't be like that, huh?

It was nice
meeting you, Mark.

Hey.

Thanks a lot, ya goby.
I was making headway there.

Sorry, I'll
make it up to ya.

Get this guy a drink.
Whatever he wants.

Give me an empty glass

and a bottle of the most
expensive Scotch you've got.

Oh, wow, well played.

What's the story
with the blonde?

The blonde, yeah...

I used to go out with her

until I broke
her brother's kneecaps.

That's all.
Gambling debt.

You don't pay, you don't walk.
I don't care who ya are.

All right.

I'll drink to that.
Have a seat.

Get him a glass, will ya?

Oh, well, that's
very kind of you.

What's your name?

Name's Jimmy.

Yeah, Jimmy Ford.

Good to meet ya, Jimmy.

Yeah.

Slainte.

We are up and running.

I've set the TV in the bar
on a 20-second delay.

Oh, Sisko just hit a jumper
from the baseline.

We need info from
the bodyguards, but I'm burned.

On it.

He's gotta get down more.
Get around on the right side.

No good. Rebound Archer.

You make book
on this game?

- No.
- ... lazy in the lane.

How about a little action?

Without the juice, of course.

...inside for Boston.
Over to Myers on the left.

They've sort of dropped
into a deep two-three zone.

A hundred that
Sisko misses.

- Currey down low now.
- I'll take that.

Back out top to Sisko.
He's picked up by Wanzer.

Sisko from twenty. Bottom.

For a bookie, Jimmy,
you're not much of a gambler.

What's your problem?

You remind me of my sister.

Yeah, it's all in the wrist.
Hey, how are ya? Good to see ya.

Can I buy a couple of beers for my
boys and one for me if you don't mind.

We're gonna play
a little darts here.

Do that again.

All right.

- I'll show ya how to do that.
- Yeah.

I'll take this one.

OK.

- Take these.
- Right.

Oh, there it is.
Look at that, some ale.

Let me get these
for the boys here.

- One for you.
- Cheers.

Huh? Good game.

- Whoa!
- Whoo, you like that?

Come on, love,
give us a whacking.

There ya go, right.
Feisty little thing.

I got their cell phones
and their wallets.

Also lifted this.
Doyle's ledger.

It's written in code.

- Patterson
without any touches

and here comes Boston
the other way.

All right, another 500...

- ... that he misses.
- Doesn't have it.

- Back out to Sisko.
- Done.

He puts it up
again and drains it.

I almost feel bad
taking your money.

What, are you too good
to drink with me?

- No, no, I'm...
- I'm not betting again,

if you have the advantage
of me, Jimmy boy.

Well, you're right.
I mean, I might as well.

You know, I mean I'm
getting my ass handed to me.

You know, drowning my own
sorrows here, right?

So, this is...

Not good.

I'm grabbing all I can off of
Liam One and Two's cell phones.

We may be able to use
any common GPS coordinates

to triangulate the location
of Doyle's office.

And I'm close
to decoding this ledger.

Names?

And alphanumeric
substitutions.

You know how to read that?

Yeah. I trained
in cryptog...

Never mind.

Archer just got robbed.

Lay-up
at the other end.

OK, a thousand says
Archer gets schooled.

No way.

Archer's at the top
of the key. He drives the lane.

Ball is stripped
by Arnie Risen.

Now the pass to Myers...

Archer gets payback,
double or nothing.

No, turnover. You're good.

Inbound by Archer.
He throws it away.

Who are you throwing it to?
There's no one there.

Two mistakes
by Archer in a row.

Ah, what the hell, I'm playing
with your money anyway.

Yeah, well, for a loan shark, you're
not very good with money, are you?

It's got Mike Duffy,
78 Oak Street.

Borrowed the money to put
his mom in a nursing home.

OK, Alison McCoy.

I got her, special needs
child. School bills.

You know, Nate, we just
cracked this ledger,

and Doyle is way, way deeper into
this neighborhood than we thought.

OK, Nate,

Boston wins with
a three-pointer.

Nate?

Eh, Nate?

That pile of cash in front
of you looks mighty inviting.

I got a plane to catch.
One last bet?

Well, I mean, there's
almost $10,000 here.

I mean, you have
the cash to match it?

Nah.

My cash has...

- ... other obligations.
- Ah, no, no.

I'm not gonna take a marker.

Don't have to take my marker.

Take hers.

How do I know
she's good for it?

You don't.

That's why
it's called gambling.

How's it going?

You both feeling good?

What's Nate thinking?

He's not.

Nate, you got ten seconds.
Place the damn bet.

Don't be cocky, Nate.

The shot clock
has been turned off.

There are 20 seconds
remaining in the ballgame.

Boston working for
a last-second shot.

- All right.
- Down by two.

Let it ride.
Boston wins. Hmm?

Done.

Whoo!

Yeah, baby. Yeah.

That's what I'm talking
about right there. Yeah.

I didn't realize you were
quite that into basketball.

Basketball? Woman,
we just pulled off the wire

in the time it takes
to get a pizza delivered.

This is a big win. Big.

They're gonna
talk about this one.

Three pointer.
He got it.

He got it. Boston wins.

- No hard feelings, right?
- Huh.

You know what?
Good riddance.

That bitch
is your problem now.

Was a fine way
to kill some time.

I come back, maybe we can do
some real business, Jimmy Ford.

You're on.

We got lucky on that one.

- We're not letting him go.
- But we saved the bar.

We're not
letting him go.

The night's just
getting started.

If he goes back to Ireland,
flashes that money to his father,

he'll be back within a week

and with more muscle,
heat and protection.

He'll be in every corner
of this neighborhood.

We won't be able
to pry him loose.

How can you be sure?

Because that's
what my father did.

Now, I know this guy.
I know what he's about.

Right now, right here.

This is the time to put
a spike in him for good.

It's our only shot.

Final sh... Nate.

Do you have another con
up your sleeve?

Uh, no, yeah, yeah.
Well, yeah.

No, this one's maybe a little
bit more, uh, impossible.

Let's go to the storage room.
Uh, Tara, stall him, stall him.

Hey, beautiful.

Don't beautiful me.

Sorry, men's business,
money's money, love.

Look, I'm heading out.
Give you a ring when I'm back?

You're not
going anywhere.

It's turning into
a blizzard out there.

Doesn't look too bad.

I couldn't get to
the corner shop for smokes.

But, hey, you wanna sit in the
tunnel for three hours, be my guest.

Can't have that.

Liam's Brother here
is claustrophobic.

Fair enough.

Let's check the weather
on the telly.

Yeah. Let's check
the weather on the telly.

Check the weather on...

Woman, you did not.

So we're gonna lure him into
a high-stakes poker game.

- You have no high stakes.
- And no poker game.

Well, I got enough to slow-play
him for maybe half hour or so.

Hardison, have you found
Doyle's address yet?

I'm a little busy.

Hey, Nate, this green blanket
have any special memories?

Uh, no. Why?

Uh, no reason.

OK, the computer's still grinding
out the cell phone information,

I will hit you as soon
as I get an address.

I think this thing
needs batteries.

Here. I got it.

OK, you guys hit the road.

Harrison's gonna
text you the address.

Now, Doyle, he deals in cash.

The rest of it will be at
his office so bring it to me.

His money.

You're wanna play
with his own money.

If we pull this off,

Doyle's gonna leave every dime
he owns on that table.

Now, I assure you his father
will never forgive him for that.

What if I can't
crack his safe?

Seriously? C'mon.

Let me ask you
one more question.

Would you consider trying this
if you were sober?

I'd consider it.

Mm-hmm.

- Here ya go.
- Thank you, Chet.

So, uh, whoo!

We are really snowed in
here, up, in, uh...

Wrong side, Hardison.

Uh, Seattle, but it's
way worse here in Boston.

I mean, the highways
are jam-packed,

the turnpike is shut down
at the 495 interchange,

no flights in or out of Logan
for a couple of hours.

Hey, you know what, if you
are a stay-at-home mom,

you break out the wine
and the Xanax,

'cause we're having
snow days here, people.

Back at ya...

Give me a sec.

All clear.

Was that my jacket?

You know what, man?

You're lucky I'm not
wearing your underwear.

And the next time y'all call me
it better be for something easy,

like faking a moon landing.

OK, Tara, here's what
I need you to tell him.

I'm in.
Give me a few minutes.

With her?

Looks like we have some time
to talk after all, macushla.

Should have played with me
instead of Jimmy the first time.

- Fair enough.
- You wouldn't got cheated.

- Can I get a rum and Coke?
- Wait, what?

He cheated you.

He does it to all the tourists
who come in the bar.

- Rum and Diet Coke, actually.
- Oy, explain.

The crappy cable TV
in this bar?

The sports channels are all
on a local five-minute delay.

So Jimmy spots a mark,

calls a friend
who's watching on satellite

and he gets the action
texted to him on his phone.

You didn't see him
looking at his phone?

He ran you right up.

Why didn't you tell me
this the first time?

Men's business.

You hurt my feelings.

Stay here,

I'm gonna kick his arse.

Then I'll be back,

hurt your feelings
a bit more.

- All right.
- Aye.

- Nate, did you find a way...?
- I need you.

Tara, here's the trick.

We're not gonna cheat him.
He's gonna cheat us.

Who's Tara?

Wait. You can't
go back there.

- Wait, he's playing cards.
- So?

So it's a protected game.

You've heard
about McRory's, right?

Everybody comes here?

Everybody back in that room
is a heavy hitter.

How heavy?

Local families.

Irish, some Italians
from the North Shore.

Sometimes a guy comes up
from Providence.

But you start
something in there...

Look, come back to the bar.
Buy Trishie a drink.

Ford's back there playing?

I'm not a bad
card player myself.

I don't know about this.

My brother's
not so sure either.

See? Liam and...
Liam's Brother are right.

He's already shown
he can beat you.

Cheat me.
And nobody cheats a Doyle.

It's not like you can
go in and cheat him back.

He's the best at this.
This is how he makes a living.

Listen, your father never has
to know that you got burned.

Your dad never
has to find out.

- He was sweet on you, right?
- Yeah, but...

He didn't see you with me
just now, right?

I don't think so.

What would he do if you went
in there and sat on his lap?

What would you do?

I think this'll work.

- This will never work.
- Of course it will.

Gentlemen,

I have a proposal for you.

Gentlemen, I have
a proposal for you.

Who the hell are you?

Mickey, this is
Jimmy Ford's son, Nate.

You anything
like your father?

The guys he's playing with,
pulling something's risky.

You help me clean out Ford,
you earn five percent.

Ten percent.

Thatta girl.

Ten it is.

OK. Let's keep it simple.

You cozy up to him
and give me either

Tom

or George.

Tom is bad for me.

George is good for me.

So if Ford has, say,
pocket aces you will...

Good girl.

I don't know
about this, Cora.

Listen, I'll take the heat
if anything goes wrong.

All you guys gotta do
is just keep playing.

Please?

For Dad.

Buy-in's 20 bucks.

- OK. All right.
- OK. All right.

Blues are ones,
whites are five.

OK, now listen. He may wanna
buy in for slightly higher.

Are you OK with making him
think there's more in the pot?

The less I know about this
the better.

He's in. I'm supposed
to be softening you up.

All right.

Could I borrow him
for one sec?

What?

These locals don't look
anything like mob guys.

They're McRory's friends,
they're all I got.

You actually think Doyle's
gonna buy their act?

They'll be fine. OK?
Everything's fine.

Hardison, you find out where
Doyle keeps the rest of his money?

Using the Liams' cell phone,

I've been able to map the GPS
fingerprints of their calls

and analyze their
patterns of movements.

Led us to a
warehouse. We're in now.

What,
I'm sorry. Led you?

Led you to the warehouse?

I had two cell phones
and two minutes.

Do you know else can do
what I do? CIA, MI-6 and me.

OK, Eliot, I want every last penny
of Doyle's to end up on that table.

- We'll clean it out.
- If we can find it.

Seriously, you want me to find
the safe for you two now?

Look...

I got you to the warehouse,

go find someone to punch.

What I need you to do
is let him win slowly,

you know, until the money
gets here then flip him.

I want him walking
outta here with nothing.

You do realize
this is insane?

Well, you didn't say impossible.
You're softening.

You know, she warned me
you were a drunk.

Yeah, well, it's different than
before. Before, I used to think -

- I was OK when I was drunk.

- And now?
- Now...

I know I'm not OK.

- Twenty grand.
- Good.

Stay right here.

If Ford walks out
with any money left,

follow him around
the corner and take it back.

Evening, gentlemen.

What do you
think you're doing?

This is an invite-only game.

Then invite me.

Well, it's not my call.
Listen...

Do you know
who these guys are?

That's Mickey Donnelly,

Johnny "the Fist" Cabella,
and Danny McCann.

I mean, uh, you know,
I can't cross them.

Hmm.

Cash plays?

- Cash plays.
- Nice.

A lot more where
that came from, boys.

All right, ante up, gentleman.
Game's five card draw.

Mickey?

What do you do?

Ah, this be interest
in about a dime.

I'll see that
and add another five.

I'll call.

All right.

Uh, just give me two.

All right, you got it.

Too rich for me.

I'll see it. Call.

Pair. Not for me.

I only got
a small pair.

- You're bluffing.
- Don't bet your nancy.

- One, two, three.
- Yeah, I'll see ya.

I'll double it again.

You'll see me
on the next hand.

- I'm out.
- Who's it to?

I believe it's on Jimmy.

Are you out, big man?

Hang on.

And that sees you.

- Call you.
- Whoa!

Hey. Nice. Right.

- Nicely done.
- Ho.

Nicely done.

Nice hand, Mr. Doyle.

Running a little
low there, Ford.

Yeah, relax.

My niece is coming
with more cash.

I'll buy back in.
Not a problem.

I'm gonna get a drink.

All right, ante up.
Yeah, I'm in for this one.

- What's the ETA on the cash?
- We're at the safe.

Parker wants to take it out
for dinner and drinks first.

This is a Glen-Reeder
Prestige from the 20's.

So many memories.

Tell her
to pick it up.

Come on, Parker.

I would move a lot faster,
if you weren't stomping around.

Shh.

It's not me stomping.
I don't stomp.

Check it out over there.

- Uh, yeah.
- Along the wall.

Now,

we are gonna do some serious
business in this town,

my father and me.

You gents are huge
in this town,

we should get to know
each other.

- Sure.
- We're already making a mark.

Like, Mickey,

you remember that deal went down
with the O'Hares last autumn?

Mmm...

I remember it.

You involved in that?

You could say that.

That job would have been
a mess without me.

I was the one who told 'em to use
cigar boxes instead of orange crates.

Hey.

Hey, Ford, are you
buggering off already?

No. I'm...
I'm in.

Eliot, Parker, hurry up.

Hey. Come here.

Would you...!
I can't hear a thing.

- I had it.
- I am trying to work here.

Well, hurry up.

I'm out.

You out of your league, Ford?

Uh...

Just in time.

- Uh, thank you, sweetheart.
- Mm-hmm.

Cash plays.

What's wrong there, Doyle?

Cash plays, right?

Let's see now.

Two hundred and ten.

Noted.

What kind of idiot
do you take me for?

Doyle, what are you
so upset about?

We're playing a game here.

I know exactly the game
you're playing.

You're all
playing it together.

With my money.

This is my mark.

I've just spent
the last year running

the only bank that would lend to
any plank and neddy in this hole.

And I marked every damn
dollar I collected like so.

So you're a loan shark.

Aye, I'm a loan shark.

And these are my teeth.
No one cheats a Doyle.

I'd put that thing down unless
you wanna get yourself killed.

You don't know
who these guys are.

I know exactly
who they are.

A bunch of local thicks
you recruited

for this little game
of yours.

Well, game's over, boys.

Start handing over your money.

I'd put that gun down
if I were you.

What, this another prop
for your wee game?

Yeah, and this is a prop I got
from the Boston Police Department.

Point that gun at me again and I'll be
calling my friend in the Coroner's Office.

You're a frigging guard?

I think he prefers detective.
Don't you, Mickey?

Sergeant Detective,
Organized Crime Division.

And these are my friends, Lieutenant
Cabella and Captain McCann.

Nice to meet ya.

What the hell
is going on here?

- Gentlemen, I have a proposal for you.
- Who the hell are you?

Mickey, this is
Jimmy Ford's son, Nate.

You anything
like your father?

No.

So...

What's your proposal.

OK, you let me and my friend
Doyle in on your game

and I guarantee you he will
leave all his money on the table

and confess to at least
one felony, probably more.

So you're telling me this Doyle
kid's gonna march right in here,

confess to a crime
and give us all his money?

If all goes to plan.

I don't know what kind
of schmuck would do that,

but I'd sure as hell
pay to see it.

This is entrapment.

Entrapment, huh.
You think so?

- What do you think, Captain?
- As I recall it,

I'm pretty sure he came in here, put his
money on the table and asked into our game.

And, if memory serves,

he confessed to being
a party to that O'Hare job

down by the docks last year.

We're already making a mark.

Like, Mickey,

you remember that deal went down
with the O'Hares last autumn?

I remember it.

You involved in that?

You could say that.

That job would have been
a mess without me.

It was me who suggested they use
cigar boxes instead of orange crates.

First break we've had
on that case in months.

All right. All right.
Fair enough.

How's about I walk away
with what's mine,

you walk away
with what's yours.

And for your understanding,

I'll make a little contribution
to your retirement fund.

All right, now, listen to me.
This is what you're gonna do.

You're gonna leave this bar.
You're gonna get out of town.

You're gonna go home to Daddy and
tell him that your business went bust.

Or I will call him and tell him
that you gambled away all -

- his profits to a roomful of cops.

You will never set foot in this town
again or they will throw your ass in jail.

- Understood?
- Yeah.

- Hmm?
- Uh-huh.

Yeah, and one more thing.

Get out of here.

You're exactly
like your father.

So I guess this is,
uh, all evidence, huh?

Never make it back
to the people it belongs to.

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

I've been at the movies
all night long.

Me and Johnny here had
tickets to the game today.

Great game.

The ledger?

Every name.

I mean,
I'm still gonna take my...

Yeah. Take your cut.
I would expect nothing less.

- Take it.
- Oh, my God.

I can't believe you actually
pulled this off in two hours.

Hour and a half.
Softening.

- Definitely softening.
- You guys get it squared away?

Yep. Every last dollar.

Every last one.

On the house.

It's the least I can do.
You guys saved me today.

All of us. Thanks.

Yeah, listen,
I'm kinda beat.

I'm gonna
head upstairs.

Wait, I'm sorry,
wait, where?

Upstairs.
Where I live.

OK. Cool. That's cool.
Except, how about this?

You stay down here
a couple more hours?

Get an appetizer.
Cora, what's good on the menu?

- Calamari is really good.
- Calamari.

Yeah, I don't really
want calamari.

- I wanna go to bed.
- Cool. You can. In a minute.

Y'all wanna help me?

I ain't.
This is your mess.

What do you mean
it's my mess?

What are you talking about?
I don't understand. What mess?

It's nothing.
It's not a mess. It's nothing.

I don't clean.
I'm going home.

What you mean,
you don't clean?

There's no maid service.

If it was a bag of dirty
money you'd clean that.

- I bet that.
- I'm not doing it if she's not.

It was really nice
meeting you, Cora.

- Thanks for everything.
- Well...

He's the one
you oughta thank.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Ah, it was nothing.

You remind me of
your old man sometimes.

Well, that's just
an awful thing to say

to someone who has saved
your ass today. Come on.

He has good qualities, Nate. You've
just never been able to see them.

He uses people and takes advantage
of them. Come on, you know that.

Well, he takes care
of his friends.

Like you do.

My dad would be really grateful
for what you did here today.

Your dad was a good man.

He was.

But they all have
their flaws.