Clover

They're really something.

Absolutely mesmerizing.

Such beautiful.

And.

Skillful creatures.

That is what we call an apex predator.

You see.

They have been

genetically wired to understand the command hierarchy.

They know their rank and their responsibilities in the pack.

They never stray.

Because they understand.

That if they do, it would result

in the harshest of repercussions.

So there's no anarchy.

There's no rebellion.

There's only order.

Now we, as a species,

do not necessarily operate instinctively,

nor do we prey on weaker beings

just for the sake of the hunt or for food,

I mean we are calculating, sophisticated.

We're at the top of the food chain.

But if we, like them, break the chain of command,

then there are severe consequences to pay.

The pecking order must not be disrupted.

Or.

We would have chaos.

Mr. Wiley!

I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had guests.

Did I or did I not make it abundantly

clear to you that you will never

enter this room when that door is closed?

I just...

Not if this house were on fire and all

of my possessions were burning to a crisp.

Not if my mother, who I love more than anyone

or anything on this Earth, were found brutally murdered.

Not, and this is a stretch, if God Himself came down

from the heavens just to hang out with me personally,

should you, or would you, enter this room!

Did I not ask for that?

I'm sorry, Mr. Wiley.

Well don't be sorry!

Be gone!

I sincerely apologize for this most boorish interruption.

Where was I?

Chaos.

We don't want chaos.

Chaos topples empires and kingdoms.

And chaos shall not be tolerated, now.

This disloyal ingrate and his most obnoxious

offspring are under the impression

that I am not aware that they

were behind this act of betrayal.

So a precedent must be set.

Order must be restored.

What I want from you is to end...

this...

chaos...

Look who it is.

Mr. 8-Card Charlie.

Don't start with me, Mick.

I'm not in the mood.

No, congratulations.

Congratulations, that might be one of the single

worst plays in the history of blackjack.

He hit 21 on eight cards.

You know the odds of that happening?

You split queens and went all in!

A baboon knows to stay on 20, Jackie.

Mick, I'm on no sleep and I'm in the red right now, okay?

You're in the red.

Is that right?

Is that right?

You're in the red?

All right, you know what?

You need to ease up, Mick.

I'm so sick of this shit.

Jesus fucking, what is your fucking problem man?

Why would you do that?

You know mom gave this to me for good luck.

Well guess what?

It didn't work.

Look at this position we're in.

Look at this position we are in.

This clusterfuck of a situation is because of you, Jackie.

You're a curse.

You're a bad fucking omen, and all

the four-leaf clovers in the world

are not gonna save our ass.

Is that right?

Yeah.

You must have got hit on the head

one too many times 'cause if I remember correctly,

it was your idea to go to Tony in the first place.

You are fucking delusional!

You are full of shit up to your fucking ears!

You need to relax.

No, you blew his money, we were in the clear,

and you fucking blew it, buddy!

You fucking blew it!

You need to relax.

Don't tell me to fucking relax.

Can you comprehend in this pea brain what that means?

Cut it out, Mick!

Can you?

Do you understand who the fuck we're gonna

be paying rent to at best now?

Almost a hundred years this bar has been in our family.

A hundred fucking years, Jackie!

Yeah, and we'll figure something out.

No, there's nothing to figure out.

It's done.

It's over.

Over.

I caught a bad beat, all right?

You caught a bad beat.

You know what?

I catch a bad beat my entire life because of you.

I am so sick of cleaning up after

your fucking mess all the time.

I'm done!

I'm fucking through!

Yeah?

Yeah.

You know what I think?

I think I need to put you down for nap,

you miserable little prick.

Is that right, you threatening me?

I'm fucking threatening you!

That's it, you're going to sleep!

Get off me!

Come here, come here!

You're going to sleep.

You're going to sleep, you're going to sleep.

I swear I'm gonna put you to sleep!

Jackie!

I wish you would put me to sleep.

I'll put you to sleep right now!

I wish you would so I wouldn't have to be

stuck with you anymore in my life!

You should kill me!

I'm so sick of you!

Hey!

Fuckos!

When you're done humping each other,

we'll go see the old man.

Let's go!

Up and at 'em!

Larry, watch the bar.

What are you doing?

Did I tell you you could smoke in my car?

Put that thing out.

Put that fucking thing out!

All right!

What are you, a fucking animal?

What's your problem?

You want me to throw it in the glove box?

Where was I supposed to throw it?

Stick it up your fucking stupid asshole.

My daughter's gotta grow up in this fucking world, Frankie.

What the fuck?

Have a little respect for the environment.

We're saving the whales now, okay.

You know what your problem is?

You got no fucking class.

Am I right or am I right back there?

Yeah, Jack and Jill, I'm talking to you.

You two are awfully fucking quiet back there.

No snappy remarks, no jokes?

Where are those big fucking mouths now?

Here it is.

Hey Mick, I got a question for you.

What if I told you I had a way for you to make 50 dimes,

get you out of this mess right now, would you take it?

Well it depends.

This fucking guy.

He's fucking with you.

He's got options, you know what I mean?

What would I have to do?

It's nothing too crazy.

Nothing too crazy at all.

You just have to screw a pig.

I'd pay to see that.

Man you're a sick fuck, you know that Frankie?

Yeah, so what?

You're really a sick fucking demented fuck.

What's her name?

Come again?

The pig.

What's her name?

Marshette.

It's Marshette.

No, you fucking jackoff, the animal.

Like the one you find on a farm?

Fucking E-I-E-I-O.

Is the 50 grand tax free?

Let's assume that it is.

Here's what I would do.