İlk 200 satır.
( starting gate bell rings )
Ladies and gentlemen,
this next race is a claiming race for $6,500
for three-year-olds and up.
The pacers are approaching the starting line,
and they're off. It's Golden Girl going to the front...
They got a few pieces down, but no craps.
B.J., crib, some wheels.
But the Rabbi's with it,
so you'll be pitching right out of the synagogue.
Maybe they'll make you honorary Jew, hmm?
Well, you get a day's pay out of it,
but you're gonna have to deal from the shoe.
We used to have three spots a night.
Now I get a $5.00 and $10.00 poker game
'cause these fucking casinos got the entire planet broke.
Everything is comped with these fuckers.
You know, we could take them off at the crap table.
Take 'em off? The casino? Huh?
There are mirrors on every table,
spotters all over the place.
Fucking eye in the sky, every 12 feet apart.
What are you gonna take, a walk around the block?
Come on. You know my move.
I know you got a great move,
but the casinos put something in the craps
so that nobody can switch 'em.
Well, how come I never heard of that?
It's a federal beef, Joe.
You know, bumps did a three and change
for going against the casinos. It's still on paper.
Look, I got to go. I got to go. My daughter's in town.
Oh, don't worry. Don't worry. I'll find something, ok?
What about your kid?
Uh, I don't know. I don't know.
All right. Well, take care of yourself.
Well, you want odds on that come back?
No more bets.
Swing shift.
Table 6.
They're going in and out.
Looks ok. She in the book?
Yeah!
Ok.
All right. Here we go.
Here we go. Want a 4?
Look. They're out again.
Right there.
Yeah. Go.
You've been made.
Excuse me?
What are you talking about?
Excuse me.
Hold the dice, please.
Excuse me. Could you come with us, please?
Why?
Tell 'em to grab the beard, too.
- You too, sir. - Me?
Absolutely. Right now. Take your chips. Let's go.
That's ok. We won't be long.
I didn't do--
Sorry, guys. Um, ok.
Uh, I'll be back.
Gonna take 'em to Dodge. We got her. Come on.
Miss, have a seat.
Were you cheating?
- What? I-- - Were you cheating?
I-- I--
Jeez.
I'm a cosmetics distributor.
- Yeah, I bet you are. - I-- I am.
Find table four. Zoom in on section three.
Now look, Miss,
This would all go a lot smoother for you and...
your man if you just come clean.
What?
I don't even know him, ok?
- You don't? - No, I don't.
Look, look, I come here all the time and nobody bothers me, all right?
This is-- this is ridiculous. It is. Look.
Look, I'm not upset. I just want to get out of here, all right?
Get the hammer.
A hammer? N-no. This is insane.
- I want a cop here now. - Oh, really?
Yeah.
All right, play it.
All right, freeze it.
What are you doing there?
- Um... - Sit down.
Uh, ok. I'm getting my makeup out.
What, I-- I can't do that or what?
Where's the dice?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Lady, we know our equipment. Where the fuck are the dice?
I don't...
Hammer, take a look at this.
They went out on her roll.
Any big winners at the table?
You find anything on her?
What about this guy?
You know him?
I've seen him before.
How ya doin'?
Yeah, how ya doin'?
Hey, how's it going?
- Let me see your hands, Honey. - Yeah, sure.
Mm-hmm.
Where's the dice?
I don't have any dice.
- I know you don't. - I don't.
Rouge.
Rouge?
W-what does that mean?
It means that, without any money lost,
anything found on them,
no harm done.
That's very cute.
See, my bosses are bean counters.
They need proof. I don't, though.
I don't give a fuck what you do out on the street.
Don't fuck with me.
Take your shit,
get the hell out of here, and don't come back. Get her out of here.
- I'm filing a complaint. - You do that, sweetie.
Yep.
And you...
Maybe it's a fluke, you come running up
Like the white knight at the last second, but I doubt it.
Been in the game too long.
Consider yourself the luckiest man in Atlantic City.
Now fuck off.
What's with this rouge?
It's talc and oil.
The eye sees it as ultra-red.
Shoots the back of the second mirror.
That's why we couldn't see through it.
- Well? - Well.
Stanley was right. They're marking the dice.
Yeah? You see it?
Yeah, I saw it.
That's just terrific because I'm not used to getting treated like that, you know?
Come on, Jan. How was I to know they were gonna back-room us?
- Oh, you knew. - I didn't know.
- You fucking knew. - No, I didn't know. Come on.
Stanley said they were marking the dice,
So I figured you smeared them up a little bit,
You know, make a few false moves, get a reaction.
I mean, the worse that could happen was they ask us to leave,
which they eventually did. - No.
They kicked us out, remember?
After they snapped our pictures.
Don't you think they're gonna pass those pictures around
to the other casinos on the boardwalk?
No, they don't need to. I mean, they got us on tape.
Oh, really? That's-- that's just great.
So this casino thing, is it over or what?
- Oh, no, no. It's not over, no. - ( sighs ) Great.
- Come on, Jan. - Uh-huh.
What are you worried about? There's nothing to worry about.
- Come on, Honey. - Don't "Honey" me.
Wayne. Yeah, it's Joe.
Yeah, the results come in from Belmont yet?
Ooh. No, no, no. I couldn't make it last night.
Uh, what's the spread on Boston?
No, no, it's too high. No. All right. I'll call you back.
Jeff. Hey. It's Joe.
Yeah, what are you showing on Boston?
No, come on. You keep moving it around. There's no room there.
I'll tell you what, you know what?
Give me the Knicks plus 7 1/2 for a dime,
and give me, uh...
give me Buddy's Revenge in the late-night double.
$50 box. Yeah.
You know what? I got a call.
All right, I got to go. I'll call you back. All right. Bye.
Hello?
Hey, Irene, yeah.
How you doing?
Yeah.
All right.
Yeah, I'll be there tomorrow.
Yeah. Bye.
He participates. It's not that.
They all love him. He's always been a model client.
Then what is it?
Well, as you know, he's very high-functioning.
He reads, he writes, he has excellent comprehension.
It's just that his mood swings are intense.
Irene, what did he do?
It's not just one incident.
His whole attitude is becoming more and more hostile.
In the 12 years that he's been with us,
he's never used profanity like this.
You know what? I'll donate more, whatever it takes to get over this.
Oh, no, no, no. It's not a question of money.
He turns 21 in three weeks. He's got to move on.
You need to come and pick up your son
next Wednesday morning.
I can't take him with me. That's impossible.
I'm a salesman. I'm on the road constantly. You know that.
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