[bright music]
-[rock music]
-[audience applauding]
[Andy]
Poker is math.
Piles and piles of math.
There are dozens of things
to consider when facing a bet.
Range, position, stack size,
player history, outs, on and on.
Using all those factors,
calculate a percentage,
-an average return
on investment.
-2,100 to you.
[Andy]
If you expect a return more
than you invest, that's profit.
And all a good player wants
at the poker table is profit.
Call.
Call. Turn coming.
-All in.
-[Kelly] All in.
[Andy]
What separates
the fish from the sharks?
-The good from the bad?
Consistency.
-How much?
[chips rattling]
16,500.
What you got, Buck?
The best live players,
the K*llers at the table,
they know the math
down to the tenth of a percent.
They study it,
worship the math
like a religion,
but they notice
everything else too.
Tells, betting patterns.
-This is the human factor.
-You got a king?
-You got a jack?
-Is the player talking?
Is a jack good?
Maybe.
Are they feigning confidence?
If they appear weak,
they're strong.
If they appear strong,
they're weak.
Never believe
what they want you to believe.
Leave that to the donkeys.
Okay. Let's gamble. I call.
[Kelly]
Call.
-Eh...
-[Kelly] Fold.
sh*t.
Good call.
[Coach]
Seriously?
The hell? You, you're gonna
call me with that hand?
-f*ck, I had queens.
-[chuckles]
[joints popping]
Ain't over.
Give me a red ten.
-[Kelly] River coming.
-[Buck] Come on,
come on, come on.
-Ten!
-[Andy] But in any given hand,
luck is always at play.
That's the beauty and the beast
of this f*cking game.
All that perfect planning
can't account for...
-That's a straight.
-[laughter]
-Nice river.
-[soft chuckle]
-I'll take it!
-[Coach] The river red.
[Jack]
Come, get to me. Hell yeah!
Are you guys seeing this?
Tell me
you didn't bet the girls.
Get to it. Get to it, baby.
-[Kelly] Small, big.
-Choke that b*tch out!
-[Kelly] Andy, are you in?
-[Andy] Yeah, count me in.
[muffled chatter]
[Kelly]
Okay, family pot.
Here's the flop...
[Jack gasps]
What'd you lose, Jack? Big bet?
Who the hell bets
the ladies' prelim matches?
Like I said, he never
met a bet he didn't like.
[Julio]
No sh*t.
Jack. Want any more?
[Julio]
Look at him.
Must've been a huge bet.
Yeah, okay.
20k behind.
You're dealing a big game
tomorrow night?
Yeah. You playing?
Not if I run like this.
-[Buck] It's Faizel's game, huh?
-Yep.
-A lot of sharks over there.
-But whales too.
-Great game.
-[Jack] Not really.
[Andy]
You're not just
playing one hand, though.
You play thousands,
tens of thousands.
That's why poker
is a skill game.
Given a big enough sample size,
-the best player
always comes out on top.
-[knock on door]
[LT] Police! Freeze!
All you shitbags,
stop what you're doing...
Oh, my God. f*cking as*h*le...
Heard there was an ill*gal
poker game going on in here.
[Buck]
Get a new bit, man.
[Clyde]
f*ck.
[Jack]
Who the hell is that?
-Just LT, Jack.
-[Chloe] What are you having?
[Jack]
Clyde, I told you to warn me
-if that f*ck shows up.
-I can hear you.
[Chloe]
Always with the funny sh*t.
[Jack]
Almost gave me
a damn heart attack.
When you gonna drop that zero
and get with the hero?
[Chloe]
Nice, LT.
You want a seat or not, jackass?
Nah, I just came here
to mess with you.
Gimme ten.
Hey, no g*ns at the table.
No g*ns. What g*ns?
[Kelly]
Small, big. Action on you, Buck.
-Fight on yet?
-[Andy] Nah.
-Only featherweights.
-Who you got?
I got 3k on Fletcher.
-Kid's been on fire lately.
-[Jack] I got ten
on the Bryce kid.
-[LT] How much is this bet?
-You got it.
You bet the openers?
Damn, Jack, you need help.
[Jack]
f*ck you, LT.
I mean, there's the bottom
of the barrel,
then there's f*ck'
under the barrel.
[all chuckle]
Y'all need anything?
Let me get
a Miller Lite, please?
-You make a tequila sunrise?
[chuckles]
-Bear sh*t in the woods?
-Coach?
-Bourbon. Straight up.
-All right. Water, babe?
Sparkling?
-Yeah. Thanks.
Me? Four hundred.
[Buck]
You bet the main card?
I've gambled Brown III
plus 1,200.
-[Kelly] Fold. Fold.
-I'll take some of that.
I might be interested as well.
Bet it your own damn selves,
you f*cking vultures.
I like my action.
Just you and me?
I'm...
...all in.
-Call.
-[Coach] I'm gonna need
more chips for this.
-[LT] Two pair.
-[Coach] Damn. Now we got game.
Thanks. I see it.
[LT]
Good start.
-Luck be a ladyboy tonight.
-Taking a leak.
These featherweights,
they can't fight for sh*t.
-[LT] I never got
the first card. See?
-[Buck] They can't hit!
They're like a couple chickens
with their heads cut off!
[Andy]
f*ck!
[rock music playing muffled]
[sighs]
[man on record] Remember,
strength is not measured
in your arms and legs.
It's measured in
the only muscle that matters,
the one between your ears.
You are strong and confident.
You are steady and powerful.
You deserve to win.
It's natural to tilt
when luck interferes.
You wait like the crocodile,
emotionless,
ready for the perfect moment
when they're off their game,
a gazelle at the water.
You explode out of the depths,
crushing their neck
in your jaws.
They thrash, you bite down.
The blood explodes
down your throat.
You are a predator, a winner.
-[cross talk]
-[all laughing]
Damn.
I swear, these guys
take one real punch,
they go down in a heartbeat.
sh*t, I can knock one
of 'em out! [laughs] I could!
-That would be a no.
-[Kelly] Blinds, please.
Excuse me?
You don't think I could?
-Action's on you.
-One punch. Easy.
No, Buck. You couldn't
knock me out in one punch.
Hell I couldn't.
You wanna bet, Andy?
-With gloves?
-[Buck] Sure.
-[chuckles]
-Eighteen-ouncers, if you like.
Ooh.
My whole stack says
you can't knock me out
in one punch.
-[all laugh]
-[Coach] Here we go.
Even money. No dodging.
Hands behind my back.
Chin forward.
I'm still conscious,
it's winner-winner
chicken dinner.
You move, you duck,
you forfeit--
Wait. Are you guys
actually serious?
-Book it.
-Hell yeah. Book it.
Hey, guys.
Playing cards or what?
Quit worry about your rake.
This is way better.
Not enough, Buck?
He'll take more.
-That's a damn bet.
-You want more action?
I'll take Buck's side.
Tell by that neck
he's got power.
Plus his name is Buck.
-You're crazy. I'll book that.
-I'll take it.
-I'll take all action.
-[LT] No, stop that.
-2k, book it.
-Done!
-I'll take a piece of that.
-I'll cover that too.
-When are we doin' this?
-Tonight. Let's find
some gloves.
-Okay!
-I got a pair at my house.
-Yeah!
-Well, sh*t. Hang on.
-[man] sh*t!
-[all laughing]
-[Jack] You right-handed?
-Uh-huh.
-[Jack] He only autographed
the left one.
-[Buck] Okay.
Hell yeah! Let's go!
[Kelly]
Whoa!
-[Coach] God.
-The f*ck, LT?
I coulda just opened the back.
-Clyde, get behind the bar.
-Yes, boss.
[indistinct chatter]
-You ready?
-You got it, bro.
Get loose, get loose,
let me see that k*ll face.
-[Buck] Yeah. Glove.
-[LT] Yeah! Get mean!
[grunting]
-You see that? Yeah, that's it.
That's it. Chance it.
-[grunting]
-You got this. Guy's a dweeb.
Look at him.
-Right.
[Coach]
Might break your jaw
if he hits it right.
-But you'll stay up, probably.
-[joints popping]
You'll be fine.
His amateur career was trash.
Never had the goods to go pro.
-Are you f*ck' serious?
-Yeah.
-Hey. Sack of flour.
-What?
My dad always said,
"If you're taking punch,
you don't fight it.
You take it
like a sack of flour."
-Thanks, Dad. Okay, I got this.
-Right.
-Yeah!
-All right. Look,
Gonna hit him in the chin?
Gonna hit him in the nos--
the temple-- nose.
-N-- yeah.
-No, no, no, no,
temple, temple.
That's the off switch.
Hey, hey... Get him good,
baby. Go get him.
-[growling]
-Come on.
-[Jack] Here you go.
1982, baby.
-All right. All right.
-Okay. Sack of flour.
-Hey, hey, hey, hey.
-[muffled] f*ck' hit me.
-All right.
[Jack]
Ready?
Hold up.
Ready?
Ding, ding.
[music intensifies]
-[music stops]
-[loud thud]
[tense tone]
[exhales]
He's down! He's out!
[laughs] He's out!
[Buck laughs]
[white noise]
River coming.
I call.
30K pot. Nice hit.
-Yeah, it was.
-[all laughing]
But here I am.
Alive, well,
and taking your money.
We can run it back anytime
you like, tough guy.
-I'll cover that bet.
-[laughter]
-Cat strolled into
a whorehouse...
-[knock on door]
[indistinct chatter]
[thuds]
[Wendel]
Get your hands
above the f*cking table!
-Nobody-- Sit your a*s down!
-[Jack] Hey, hey, take it easy.
Take whatever you need.
Not gonna be any trouble.
[Lonnie]
Well, thanks
for your permission, papaw.
[groans] You broke
my f*cking nose, you as*h*le!
[Wendel]
Don't look at him! Look at me!
I want everybody
to take out their phones,
put them on the table,
put your cash on the table.
-Put everything you got
on the g*dd*mn table!
-[Lonnie] Up, up.
-Against the wall.
-Don't dilly-dally.
[tense music]
[Wendel]
All right, everybody,
nice and slow.
Stand up and work your way
against that wall over there.
That's it. Get the f*ck up!
Slow! Hands up!
I still want to see them hands.
[Lonnie]
All right, good. Now strip.
-What?
-[g*nsh*t]
-[all scream]
-[glass shatters]
[Wendel]
You get your clothes off.
Okay, just don't-- don't sh**t.
[Lonnie]
You. Come on.
-Back room.
-[Wendel] Don't dilly-dally.
Goddamnit!
-Get your g*dd*mn clothes off!
-Not the ladies, man.
-They're not hiding anything--
-[Wendel] What the f*ck
did you say to me?
-[Chloe] Andy.
-[Wendel] Huh?
Did I ask you to talk?
Just not the ladies,
man, all right?
-[Wendel] Fine.
-[Jack yells]
-[Wendel] What in the hell?
-What?
[Wendel]
Turn around.
Come on.
All right.
Now we're gonna play a game.
It's called "The first person
that turns around,
I sh**t 'em in the face."
Who wants to play
that game with me, huh?
Any of y'all?
That's it. Face that wall.
What the hell?
Who's sitting here? Huh?
-Oh, you. Wasn't it?
-What? No. No, no.
-[groans]
-Andy!
[Wendel]
That's a wake-up call.
Now get this
through your thickhead.
You're stupid.
Say it.
-I'm stupid.
-[Wendel] Say it again!
I'm stupid.
[Wendel]
Now get up.
-Please--
-[Wendel] Zip it!
Sweetheart, you're going
to get your boyfriend k*lled.
You know what?
I want you to say it again.
Say it again. Say, "I'm stupid."
-Say it.
-I'm stupid.
Turn around.
All right, everybody... Lonnie!
[Lonnie]
Come on. That's all of it.
[Wendel]
Get the phones.
Get the phones.
All right,
here's what we're gonna do,
ladies and assholes.
I want you all to take a nice,
slow count to hundred.
If I don't see
any of you come out that door,
I'm gonna blow your face off.
Let me hear you counting.
-[man] One.
-I wanna hear a chorus!
[all]
Two, three,
four, five, six...
-Screw this sh*t!
-...seven.
[Jack]
LT, what the hell are you doing?
-LT!
-[Buck] Ten, eleven.
[suspenseful music]
-[g*nshots]
-[yelling] Yeah!
Kiss my a*s, m*therf*ckers!
You better run!
I got one of them. I know I did.
-Baby, I could feel that sh*t!
-You dumbass!
What if somebody calls the cops?
What are they gonna do,
arrest a sergeant?
Did you get plates?
No. sh*t!
-[Julio] sh*t!
-Now looky here.
-Check this out.
-Jesus.
Put some clothes
on or something, man.
What? You afraid
you might like it?
[laughs]
-Don't be scared.
-Jesus Christ,
what's wrong with you?
Are you okay?
-You all right, Kell?
-Hm, yeah. Just gotta breathe.
-It's gonna be okay.
-Thanks. Yeah.
-f*ck.
-Yeah.
-Hey. You catch 'em?
-Nope.
Got away. Look what I got.
Minus a couple hundred grand,
but we got our phones.
f*ck' Wyatt Earp here
coulda gotten us k*lled.
-I'm out of here. See ya.
-I'll see ya.
-They got all the money?
-Every damn dollar.
That sh*t was crazy.
I was sure we were dead.
That's enough fun
for my lifetime.
Everybody f*ck off.
We'll have to move the game.
-I'll be in touch.
-No need to tell me
when the party's over.
-Andy, say something.
Are you okay?
-No, I said I'm fine.
I just-- I wasn't even supposed
to play tonight.
I knew it was a mistake.
I need to follow
my f*ck' gut.
-What is wrong with you?
-Baby, I just lost 30 grand.
That's everything
that I had just won.
Scraped by all night,
f*ck' literally knocked out,
ba-- battled back,
and still, poof.
All gone. I mean,
I hate this f*ck' game, man.
-Those m*therf*ckers.
-Oh, you're pissed
about the money?
-We almost got f*cking k*lled.
-They weren't gonna
sh**t us.
-What?
-Jack's game is ill*gal as sh*t.
They know that he's not
calling the cops unless they
f*ck' sh**t someone.
You can tell yourself
whatever you want, Andy,
but you almost got
-your f*cking head blown off.
-Maybe.
You know, at least we're alive.
He had a g*n
to my f*cking head too.
[sighs, softly] Hey, I'm sorry.
Hey. I don't care
about the money, all right?
I care about you. Okay?
Just take a break.
Let things blow over.
That I can't do. Tonight
was going to be my night.
I almost had it all back.
-All back?
-[sighs]
Yeah. I'm at zero.
Less than zero.
I owe 15 to Vinny D.
You owe 15,000
to someone named Vinny D?
Yeah. You know him
from the Enzo Pizza game.
-Oh, for f*ck's sake, Andy.
-There're downswings.
You know,
that's part of the deal
when you play full-time.
-You go up, you go down,
you go sideways.
-No, I know, I know.
sh*t. You're really at zero?
-I mean, I can't. I'm already
behind on school payments and...
-[thunder rumbling]
-Maybe I can just work
more games or something.
-What?
No, no, no, no,
don't worry about it.
Don't worry about it.
I got plays, you got school.
You're good at that.
I'm good at this.
I just need one solid session
where I actually
catch some cards, locked in.
One solid heater is all I need.
And I am up and walking.
All right? Trust me. I got this.
The look on Buck's face
when you took that punch.
-f*ck' guy.
-[chuckles]
Probably never been
so happy in his life.
He was playing like sh*t
afterwards, though.
-I shoulda stayed up.
-Never seen you fight before.
Well, you never seen me
knocked out before.
-It was hot.
-Really?
The sight of your unconscious
boyfriend turned you on?
Well, yeah. The way you were
twitching, convulsing.
-You're bad, you know that?
-Who, me?
[engine turns over]
-f*ck, my bag.
-What, your purse again?
No, it's my school bag
with my MCAT books
and my laptop.
-We can go back
and get it tomorrow, right?
-No, I have that paper
due at eight
and the whole thing's
on my laptop. I'm sorry.
It's all right. No problem.
[suspenseful music]
-I'll just be right back.
-Thanks, baby.
[sighing]
Jack?
[muffled screaming]
[tense music building]
[screaming continues]
[Lonnie muffled]
That kills!
[Wendel]
Take it easy. Calm down.
You're gonna be fine.
[Jack]
Yeah, you're gonna be fine.
It's all over.
[muffled screaming]
[indistinct chatter continues]
-[man groaning]
-[Jack] Look.
We told you to take it easy.
That prick
broke my f*ck' nose.
-And the stripin' down?
What the f*ck was that?
-[Wendel] What do you mean
"What's with the stripping?"
You didn't say anything
about there being
a g*n or a cop, now get...
[indistinct chatter]
[Lonnie screaming]
f*ck!
-[Wendel] Just breathe!
-[Lonnie] You...
[Andy]
There's always
the moment in a game,
that electric second
where a critical decision
puts everything in the balance.
Call or fold, give up,
wait for another spot
or trust your gut
and go for glory.
-[Wendel] Breathe, all right?
-[Jack] I didn't plan
on anybody getting shot--
-[Wendel] Yeah, well,
sh*t happens, don't it?
-[Jack] I know, damn it.
-Let me think. Let me think.
-[Wendel] You say you know.
[Wendel]
You really f*cked this up
is what you did.
[Jack]
Just let me think,
just let me think.
[indistinct chatter]
[Wendel]
He's gonna bleed out!
[indistinct chatter]
[Lonnie groaning]
[Lonnie]
f*ck, man!
-Oh, you got it. Thanks.
-There you go. Yeah.
-Are you all right?
-Huh? Yeah.
[engine spluttering]
[turns over]
We're all good?
[tires screech]
[Chloe]
Hey, careful.
Andy. Andy, are you okay?
-I'm gone. That's it.
-No, you're not gone. No.
-That's it, man. That's it.
-Jack! No, you're--
[groans]
-f*ck, man! Take me
to a hospital! Please!
-Towels.
-Okay, okay, look at this.
-[screams]
-Okay. All right.
-f*ck!
-All right.
-f*ck!
-Just breathe.
-Get me to a hospital!
Just put some pressure on it.
All right? Now buck up.
-Buck up.
-[Jack] Wendel, Wendel,
give him some of these.
Now buck up. That's it. Buck up.
-[crying]
-Hey, look at that.
Look at that!
Look at that. What is that?
-Oxyies. Oxyies, your favorite.
-Yup. Yup.
-Yeah. Yeah.
-Here, here, here.
Now the Oxyies--
There you go. Here, here.
-There you go. Huh?
-[groaning]
Chew 'em, chew 'em all.
Chew 'em all, come on.
-They hit ya real quick. Let's
hold a little pressure on that.
-Oh, f*ck!
-f*ck. [screaming] f*ck!
-[muffled chatter]
It's all right.
It's all right. Come on.
-Remember that time
when you broke your arm? Huh?
-Yeah.
-It hurt like sh*t?
-Yeah.
-But you was
taken care of, right?
-Yeah.
-You felt better, didn't you?
-Yeah.
-See? That's all this is,
right?
-Yeah.
No-- it didn't hit
nothin' vital, right? Huh?
Don't worry. You're doin' good.
You're doin' fine.
You're doin' fine.
That is it, brother.
[breathing shakily]
Come on. Yeah, yeah,
we're gonna call an ambulance.
They're gonna come here
and get you, get you stitches.
-Wendel.
-[Wendel] Right, Jack?
Huh? Okay.
All right, listen, you keep
the pressure on it, all right?
Okay. I'll be right back.
I'll be right back.
Okay. I'll be right back.
Who is this guy?
Uncle Lonnie.
He won't say nothing.
-Uncle?
-Yeah.
Look, Wendel, we can't take
a g*nsh*t victim to the hospital
when he's got
a cop's b*llet in him.
Oh, damn. Uh, can we, um,
I don't know,
take it out of him?
Can you?
Well, hell no,
I ain't no surgeon.
I'll take care of it.
-Okay. I'll, uh...
-[phone buzzes]
-I'll give him some more
Oxyies at least, okay?
-Sure.
-[cell phone ringing]
-[Wendel] Hey, bud, I got you.
-Jack.
-[man] Hey, Jackie boy.
-Faizel.
-You ran tonight, right?
-How did your little game go?
-We got robbed.
-Hm. Catch the guys?
-Working on it.
Okay. I assume
that won't affect our situation.
'Course not.
'Cause any more delays
would be very unfortunate.
We'll have your full amount
on Monday, just like we said.
Good.
You know, you should
really lay off sport, Jack.
-Also, feel free
to stop by the game.
-f*ck you.
-[Wendel] Doin' real good?
All right.
-Yes.
-Doin' real, man, good!
-Wendel.
Right. Uh, look, pal,
-I'll be right back. Okay?
-Yeah.
Put pressure on it.
Put pressure on it. All right?
Yeah, sure. Sure thing, Wendel.
-[Wendel] Okay.
-Yeah, I'll just--
just hang here till
the ambulance shows. [groans]
Hurtin' pretty good, huh?
Oh, sh*t. Your nose.
That really had to hurt, huh?
I'm sorry, bro.
I'm so sorry...
We gotta get
your wound elevated.
-Okay? Let's get you up here.
-[grunts]
I just wanted it to look good.
You wanted it to be real.
And I was just-- you know,
I roughed you up too much.
I got, got carried away.
I'm sorry, man.
I know you did. Well,
that's all right... bro.
-It'll heal.
Noses are cool like that.
-[laughs]
You know,
I've never been shot before.
I told my old lady I had.
But I just wanted to be--
[tense music]
[choking]
[grunting]
[straining]
-[Wendel] Jack!
-I'm kinda busy!
Uh, Jack? What the hell?
Get off him. Right now.
-I said I'd take care of it.
-I thought you was going
to take the b*llet out of him.
Hell no. Wendel, I'm no doctor.
Let him go!
Damn it.
Wait. What happened
to the money?
What's wrong with the money?
Well, uh... it ain't there!
-What'd you do with it?
-Me?
Why would I come in here
if I took it?
I'd just be on my damn
merry way, wouldn't I?
Well, it was on the stairs
right where...
...where he dropped it.
Uncle Lonnie...
...what'd you do with the money?
[Jack]
Hey, where's the money?
[breathing heavily]
[gasps, groaning]
Yeah. Now then... kid,
where is the f*ck' money?
-Come on, tell him. Tell him.
-In the, in the bag.
In the bag on the stairs.
[Wendel]
Where's the money, Jack?
I didn't take the f*ck' money.
Jack. All right.
-Now let's be cool.
-You just be cool.
-We're just gonna
lower our g*ns.
-Are we now?
Or am I gonna
blow off your face?
How about if I blow off
your f*ck' face?
You lower the g*n first!
Count of three.
Together.
Count of three.
-Three.
-Two.
One.
See there?
Ain't rocket science.
[soft dramatic music]
What do you keep
looking for back there?
Jack robbed his own game.
What?
Check your bag.
[zipper zips open]
Holy sh*t! Holy sh*t!
Two masked guys with g*ns?
They work for him.
I heard them upstairs
when I went back.
And LT musta hit one.
There was blood everywhere.
-What, and you just
waltzed right in?
-They didn't see me,
and the money
was just sitting there.
Oh, so you just grabbed it?
That's great, Andy.
Babe, Jack robbed
his own f*cking game.
And they both had g*ns to us.
f*ck them.
They did not see me at all.
-And you believe that?
-Yes.
[keyboard clacking]
[tense music]
[Jack]
Right.
-All right. There, there.
-I see it.
That's me.
It's not American Idol, Wendel.
All right, slow it there.
-That rat b*stard.
-Yeah.
Me again?
Yes, Wendel. There you are.
[Wendel]
All right. Here.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Who the hell is that?
Can't see nothing
with them damn shadows.
Wait. Come on, come on.
Hah!
Oh, damn. That's some
CSI sh*t right there.
-[camera shutter clicks]
-All right, so what? What now?
What are you--
Oh, okay. We call somebody, huh?
[line ringing]
-LT. Jack.
-[LT] This c*cksucker
cut me off.
-How stupid you gotta be
to cut off a cop at 3:00 a.m.?
-You get that plate I sent?
-[radio chatter]
-Plate? h*-- hold on.
-These guys from earlier?
-Can you run it?
Maybe. What's in it for me?
You wanna get
your money back or not?
In the morning
when I get to the station,
-I'll get you an address.
-Great.
I'll just sit around
with my thumb up my a*s
till then.
-Sounds like fun.
-Keep this quiet.
Will do.
Well, do it again, dipshit.
[suspenseful music]
Well, that's one problem solved.
Dang, man. That's cold, man.
That's my Uncle Lonnie.
Shut up, Wendel,
and give me a hand.
[Wendel]
Hold onto him!
[grunting]
-Goddamnit!
-Damnit!
-Oh, sh*t! My nose.
-Careful, careful, careful!
[thud]
-sh*t.
-Uncle Lonnie.
God.
Pick up his feet. Oh, sh*t.
-[tense dramatic music]
-[both grunting]
[Wendel]
Goddamnit!
[Andy]
Believe in the result
you desire.
Manifest that sh*t.
If you believe you will win,
then you will.
Because if you allow
for a shred of doubt,
you've already lost.
You're no better
than a guppy circling
the bottom of the toilet bowl
before that final flush
out to sea.
[grunts]
Are you sure
there ain't two shovels?
Nope. Just one.
Yeah. I reckon that...
...you should get in here
and dig for a while.
Like I explained to you, Wendel,
the exertion will make
my nose start bleeding again.
You know what? That's it then.
I'm done. Here.
Take it!
Yeah, I guess it's deep enough.
All right. Let's...
[thud]
[soft suspenseful music]
-What's that?
-Lye.
Breaks the body down faster.
You add a little quick cement.
Add water.
-You musta done this before.
-Nope.
Read about it on the internet.
That cement keeps the animals
from digging him up.
Feel like I oughta
say somethin' over him.
Well... go ahead, Wendel.
I'm sorry, Uncle Lonnie. I...
...told Moma I'd look
after her baby brother and I...
[crying]
...guess I done a bad job.
[burps]
Well, sh*t.
Amen.
Fill it in, Wendel.
All right then. Yeah. Yeah.
[music swells]
[grunting]
[laughing] All right, stop.
Stop, stop, stop, stop. Stop.
-How are the ribs feeling?
-[groans softly]
-They hurt like hell.
-Yeah, well...
Get some ice on 'em.
I'll call you after class.
[groans] Yeah.
Well, maybe you're right.
Maybe I should take a break.
Settle up with Vin,
after finals, get out of town,
take a trip.
-That's not suspicious?
-No.
Doesn't seem suspicious
to me leaving town
right after you get robbed.
Hell, we've been talking
about Japan for a while.
-Oh, the Deer Island?
-The island of deer.
Are you serious?
Oh, wait, you're not
gonna propose to me
or some sh*t like that, right?
I would never.
Not without asking
your permission first.
Well, good. Look at you,
you beaten and battered,
wounded little puppy.
Mm. I am no wounded puppy.
-I'm a dog.
-Mm-hmm.
-Hey.
-Mm?
We got an open lane now.
All right. Well,
I'm glad you're taking a break,
but you're sexy
when you win big.
That's no fair.
You're sexy all the time.
Hey, no, no.
Finals, remember?
One of us has to be a doctor.
-Yeah.
-Right. I love you.
I'll call you later.
Don't forget the ice. And hey...
...don't do anything stupid,
all right?
Who, me?
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
-Here comes the hotstepper
-m*rder*r
-I'm the lyrical gangster
-m*rder*r
-Pick up the crew
in-a de area
-m*rder*r
-Still love you like that
-m*rder*r
No, no, we don't die
Yes, we multiply
Anyone press will hear
the fat lady sing
Act like you know, Rico
I know what Bo...
Andy, what's up? Holy sh*t, man.
Come on in, man.
Hey, man, I heard
about last night. You good?
-Yeah. I'll live.
-You playing?
Not a chance. Is Vin here?
He at the table.
They've been at it all night.
Money to burn, baby
All of the time
-Cut to fit
-Is me
-Fit to cut
-Is she
Come juggle with me
I say every time
-Here come the hotstepper
-m*rder*r
-I'm the lyrical gangster
-m*rder*r
-Dial emergency number
-m*rder*r
-Still love you like that
-m*rder*r
-[indistinct chatter]
-Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
-You okay?
-[sighs]
Julio told us about the robbery.
He came here right after.
Seven straight.
Damn.
Yeah. We're okay.
Just... sucked is all.
Scary sh*t.
-Yeah.
-Yeah.
You wanna play?
No. Think I'm gonna
just settle up with you.
-Game is good, though.
-[Julio] Hey, Vinny.
[speaks in Spanish]
See?
[man]
Action starts here.
[indistinct chatter]
[Softly] All right.
Fifteen.
Mm.
Fifteen.
Glad you still have it.
-Tomorrow's two weeks.
-How could I forget?
[chuckles] Otherwise, I'd have
to have Eric break your thumbs.
-[scoffs]
-He's a very, very gentle guy.
-Yeah.
-[Douglas laughing]
Easy money!
All y'all chicken shits!
Yeah, yeah. Nice bluff.
-Who is that?
-That's Douglas.
Stops by once in a while.
Buys in with tens and twenties.
You coming in? Seat open.
Just better not be
some damn nit.
-[scoffs]
-Are you sure
you don't wanna play?
[upbeat music]
[Andy]
It's an instinct.
When you see that perfect table,
a bunch of fish
ready to roll dice,
you go for it.
Ride those donkeys
till they drop.
Twelve combinations
of ace-king left,
but you're blocking
two of those,
so only six combos
left in the deck.
And guess what?
You unblock spades.
I call.
Don't wanna push me, push me?
Do you wanna?
Don't wanna push me, push me?
Do you wanna?
Don't wanna push me
Push me?
[Andy]
31% chance of hitting.
The pot is $1,375,
facing a $900 bet.
Calling it.
[Andy]
Pot odds aren't there.
[sighs] I fold.
[speaks in Spanish]
You go on tilt
due to overconfidence.
[indistinct chatter]
[Lily]
You're representing an ace,
but I don't think you re-raise
with anything worse
than an ace-king.
I'm blocking two of the kings.
So what can you have?
Ace-queen?
It's a pretty
terrible bet pre-flop.
You seem anxious. I call.
Set.
[Lily]
sh*t.
Don't wanna push me, push me?
Do you wanna?
Don't wanna push me, push me?
Do you wanna?
[Andy]
Overbet jam 100%
of your range on this river
100% of the time
especially if...
All in.
I call.
Nuts.
[Douglas]
Cheese on a cr*cker!
f*ck' rivered me again!
-Hot streak.
-Yeah. No sh*t hot streak.
-Well, me done.
-Hot streak, my a*s.
That was some GTO
robot crap right there.
I'm out, too.
What happening? Are we done?
-The game's over, man.
How much you got?
-No, man. Come on.
Oh.
I see you got it all back
and then some, huh?
-Worked out.
-Yeah. For you.
You broke my damn game.
Is there another one running
on a Saturday afternoon?
Tony's game
or the golf club guys?
Golf club is big.
I thought you were
taking a break.
-Gotta ride the heater, right?
-[soft chuckle]
[soft music
playing over headphones]
-[birds chirping]
-[dog barking]
[keys jangling]
Andy? Babe, you home?
-[line ringing]
-[Andy] Leave a message.
Hey, I'm back
at the house again.
Uh, forgot my bio-chem book.
Yours truly rocked that test.
Doc said it was
grad school material.
Anyway, uh, I got to go,
but call me later, right?
Bye.
-[tense music]
-Jack.
Hey, Chloe.
What the hell are you doing?
You scared the sh*t out of me.
Well... we just need
to have a little talk.
Yeah. We just need
to have a little talk.
-No, thanks. [grunts]
-[groans]
[groaning]
Again?
[dramatic music]
[both grunting]
[groaning]
[Wendel]
Yeah. Yeah.
All right, stay down. Stay down.
-What you wanna--
Jesus Christ! What are you--
-[grunts]
-Now, calm down.
-Back the f*ck off!
-Calm down, lady. Calm down!
-[groans]
-My finger! You broke my finger!
-And I'll bash
your f*ck' skull in
if you don't get
the f*ck out of my house!
[Wendel]
Jack! Jack!
-Come on, give me the bat.
-[Chloe grunts]
-[groans]
-[thuds]
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
Little sparkplug knocked
herself out. You see that, Jack?
Yeah. Tie her up or something.
Yeah, yeah. [groans softly]
-[knuckles cracking]
-[groans]
I cannot believe this sh*t.
[phone buzzing]
You, you just worry
about your nose, you whiny sh*t,
while I take care
of everything else.
[clears throat]
-[buzzing]
-[Wendel mumbling]
Hey, it's Chloe,
leave a message.
[Andy]
Babe, hope the test went well.
I actually... I'm,
I'm on the run of my life
right now, I swear.
I, I mean, I know
I'm getting lucky
and catching cards,
but every single move
I make is right.
Like, I can hear
what they're holding,
what they're doing.
-I'm locked in.
-Hey!
You can't win every pot
and then blab
on the phone for an hour.
-We have a bet.
-Anyways, I gotta go.
k*ll it on finals.
See you tonight.
Hey, Faizel.
-How you doing?
-Good.
You runnin' tonight?
-Yes, indeed.
-[grunts softly] Raise.
You got a seat left?
Tonight?
It's 200, 400.
That's your normal 25, 50.
100k minimum.
I know.
Well, you can play
if you have a buy-in.
-I'm in.
-[soft chuckle]
Good.
Same place.
Doors open at 7:00.
Starts at 8:00.
-Text me.
-Okay.
I'll save you a spot.
[sighs]
All in.
Oh, damn it.
Got there on me.
Nice river.
Yeah. I'm not gonna lie to you.
I lied to you.
I have nothing. Air.
-[Andy sighs]
-[laughs]
-You ever play golf?
-Uh, putt-putt?
[soft upbeat music]
-Three from here, right?
-Three and in.
-What are my odds?
-I'm laying five to one
with Nick and Ryans.
Get it in,
I'll make it worth your while.
No, no, I want 5k myself.
Done.
sh*t.
-Can I get a buy out?
-Yes, you can pay now
if you want.
I have one shot left, gentlemen.
-[all] Whoa!
-f*ck!
I shoulda bet more.
[laughs]
[muffled straining]
[Wendel]
Sit down.
Aren't you a little firecracker?
Think you're tough?
Think you're tough?
-[muffled screaming]
-[groans]
[groans, yells]
[upbeat music]
Thanks.
This way.
[Andy]
Hey, Faizel.
Andy, good to see you.
-[softly]
That's DeShawn Jefferson.
-Yeah, he's a regular.
Guys, this is Andy.
He's new to the big leagues.
Andy, this is Nikolai.
Dabbles in international
shipping. Here we have Freddy.
Hotshot corporate raider
on Wall Street.
-Retired at 30,
just to play cards.
-Hey.
Of course
you recognize DeShawn here.
And here is Kenji Aoki.
If you win tonight,
you might be able to afford
to eat at his restaurant.
So, as I said, 100k minimum.
No max. No hit and running.
Once you buy in,
you're in four hours.
You bust out, you can rebuy
or just leave, as you feel.
Got it.
We're gonna start
in a few minutes.
We're just waiting
for one more player.
[man on record]
Confidence is the biggest weapon
winners have.
At the table,
repeat these words to yourself,
"I am a winner.
I am the crocodile.
I am unbeatable,"
over and over, like a mantra.
Those seals are only
fat grease you're k*lling--
-[Andy] Hey, Kell.
-Hey, Andy. Good to see you.
Last night was crazy, right?
The second game I've been
at that got hit this year.
Yeah, that was crazy.
How's Chloe doing?
Well, she's, uh,
kicking a*s and taking names.
Nice. [chuckles] See you.
[tense music]
[duct tape tearing]
[breathing heavily]
[Wendel grunting softly]
Jesus Christ.
-[Bobby] Hey, how's it going?
-[Kenji] Yeah, good.
-Good to see you, man.
-You too.
[Freddy]
Hey, DeShawn.
You all ready for playoffs?
You know, baseball's a business.
-I get paid
whether I play or not.
-[laughs]
-Okay. All right.
-Toast to that.
[Freddy]
Hey, man, let me ask you.
You ever try and get the runs up
just to cover the spread?
[Kenji] I swear to God,
sometimes it feels like y'all
just score to f*ck me over.
[Andy]
Uh...
You're Bobby Kirkland.
I saw your episode
of Poker Plays
maybe ten years ago.
-The hand you had
against Godfry was sick.
-Thanks.
Yeah. You must love it, right?
Poker, I mean.
Yeah. I'm, uh,
I'm supposed to say something
inspirational here, right?
How much I love the challenge,
getting to test myself
every day?
Really, I just like the money.
-[chuckles]
-You?
Yeah, I like the money too.
But the, the freedom, the rush,
when you get a big score,
I mean... it's addictive, right?
Sure.
-[buzzing]
-[Jack] You hear that?
[Wendel]
Yeah.
[continues buzzing]
You stay as quiet
as a jailhouse fart,
and Wendel here won't have
to punch you in the throat.
You understand?
Pull it off.
[groans softly, exhales]
-How's the nose?
-Cute.
Smile.
[cell phone beeps, unlocks]
-I told you
the money's not here.
-You broke my finger.
Oh, and I'm so sorry about that.
-Would you like me to kiss it
to make it better?
-[Wendel] Oh,
-I might just have
to teach you some manners.
-[Jack] Hey. Hey.
-[cell phone ringing]
-[Andy] Leave a message.
He's at Faizel's.
He's not picking up.
Okay, so what now?
I'm thinkin'.
-Jack, listen, I think
we can make something work--
-[Wendel] Shut your face.
[muffled screaming]
Shut your face. Shut your face!
[cell phone chimes]
-[Jack] sh*t.
-[Chloe grunts]
All right.
When it gets dark,
you take her back to my place.
-It's more remote.
I got an idea.
-[Wendel] You know what?
Uh, everything's kinda
goin' Saigon in here,
so I'ma need a bigger cut.
Yeah. Yeah, a bigger cut.
You're getting
Lonnie's share already.
What do you want?
[Wendel]
Yeah, I'ma...
-Half.
-I can't give you half.
Well, then I can't
do sh*t now, can I?
Wendel, if I don't have
my full share
before Monday, I'm dead.
[suspenseful music]
You know where other games are.
Maybe we go rob this Faizel guy.
Bet there's some real money
over there.
You have no idea
how insane that would be.
Hm... Whatever.
-You know what, maybe me and my
gal, we just, uh, chill?
-[grunting]
Drink some tea...
Maybe watch Hoarders .
Maybe I'll call my cousins.
Tell 'em about this, uh...
...girl I heard of.
Have 'em come on over.
Meet our girl here.
What do you think?
-Would you like that?
-[Chloe muffled] f*ck you.
[Chloe straining]
Half.
-Yeah?
-That's 100k. You happy?
All right then.
Partner, what's the plan?
-All right.
Who's ready for a flip?
-I'm down.
-[Kelly] Dealer button
in the one seat.
-[Freddy] Black, red?
-[DeShawn] How much?
-100. One and done.
-Black.
-All right, book it.
Fold.
Fold.
Fold.
[ambient music playing muffled]
[sighs]
-[Kelly] 1,200.
-I gotta see the flop.
-There we go! Black, baby!
-[Freddy] Mm, hm.
-Let me get those, my boy.
-All right, all right.
-I need all of them.
Don't leave none on the table.
-Big dog.
-200 more.
-[DeShawn] I love it.
You just flipped for 100k?
That's how
you get the ball rollin'.
I like you.
-[Kelly] Small, big.
-Hey, Shiv? Hey, you wanna go?
I don't gamble, I play poker.
[Freddy laughs]
My man, you will gamble tonight.
I promise you that.
[Wendel]
Stop it.
I can tell you're staring at me.
[tense music]
Stop staring at me!
I said, "Stop staring at me!"
You heard Jack.
We sit tight till dark.
Damnit, I gotta go number two.
Hey, don't worry, I'll flush.
You stay put.
Think you can do that?
[imitates g*nsh*t]
[door closes]
[breathing heavily, grunting]
-[urinating]
-[Chloe straining]
[Wendel farting]
[groans, panting]
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey.
-What the hell?
-Jack robbed his own game
with the guy
with the shotgun in there.
[chuckles]
g*dd*mn son of a b*tch.
-Where's the money?
-He's got it.
-You wait right here.
-God! What in the he--
Don't move!
Hey, hey, hey! Don't you move!
-Don't you f*ck' move!
-I remember you.
Bikini panties.
I remember you too.
You're the as*h*le
who stole the money.
-Where is it?
-They took it.
-Jack's gonna get it.
-That's bullshit, LT.
He's got it.
No, I ain't.
-You k*lled my Uncle Lonnie,
you son of a b*tch.
-That's right, I did.
What are you gonna do,
sh**t a cop?
-[g*nsh*t]
-[groans]
[thud]
[LT groaning]
[groans]
[g*n c*ck]
All right.
You're dead. Goddamnit!
Get up.
Get up!
[rap music playing muffled]
Forty-five.
[Andy]
Sometimes everything
gets there on the river.
You have no blockers
and zero read.
-Fold.
-[Andy] Be patient.
Wait for your spots.
Patience will always
win out in the end.
[knock on door]
-Jack.
-Hey, Stan.
They know you're coming?
Faizel asked me to stop by.
I'll let him know you're here.
[tense music]
-Jackie boy, good to see you.
-Faizel.
-How's the nose?
-Broken.
Twice. Thanks for asking.
-Here to play?
-No.
Got my money?
I have until Monday.
Of course.
You said, "Drop by."
Thought I'd watch.
Show face after the robbery.
Don't want folks
to think I'm closing up shop.
Sure. Hang out.
Have one of those
espresso martinis.
Kick-start your evening.
-[Freddy] Daddy's out of here.
-Fold.
Check.
I call.
Trips.
[whistle]
[speaks in Russian]
That's an easy fold, man.
He's always gonna
have trips there.
Yeah.
Mm-mm.
[country music
playing muffled on stereo]
But I'll die before I run
Dig, dig a hole
Dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold
cold ground
Dig, dig a hole
Dig a hole in the meadow
Gonna lay darling
Cory down--
[music continues muffled]
[grunts, whimpers]
[LT groans]
[muffled] LT.
LT, the tape!
-[groaning]
-The tape.
-The tape.
-Huh?
The tape.
LT, do you think
you can get my hands loose?
LT. Please, come on.
-Come on, you can do it. Please.
-[groaning]
Yeah, that's it. That's it.
-[coughing]
-[Wendel continues singing]
-[coughing]
-Oh, my God!
[Chloe whimpering]
-[groans]
-[upbeat rap music playing]
So what? Uh
D Smoke, Wax Tailor
Yup, it's an elephant
in the living room
Can we address it?
It's iridescent
It don't look happy
Uh, a stampede
Would be the end of you
So let's move orderly
toward the dance floor
And begin to drop it
Low hoppin' and bubble
and poppin'
Lettin' go as a heavy rocket
The struggle is obvious
Heaven knows
I need a break from the daily
monotonous activities
My soliloquy pay me in profit
'cause I make you move
I shout when them tell me
to keep my voice down
voice down, uh
Like your body want to
Like your body ought to
Better party on two
Put that party on
party on, party on
Ay, better knuckle up
Another one down
from a sucker punch, uh...
[Kelly]
Small, big.
But it's a rollercoaster
I'm buckled up
f*ck the bugger
I'm kickin' dust
Stick 'em up
Better listen, suckers
Bent got me trip and tuck
Giving up, it's written
Nothing suffers
without touching heavy plush
I'm an angel bustin'
backflips on a mattress
-Wait up, listen
-Yeah
I shout when them tell me
to keep my...
All in.
I'm out when they tell me
to keep it inside
What now...
-Full house.
-...tries to keep me
on the ground...
f*ck.
A riot can never seem
to quiet down, I shout loud
[music stops]
[ambient music playing muffled]
-Oh, Goddamnit!
-sh*t!
-[electric buzzing]
-Oh, come on!
-[Freddy] Well,
shuffle machine's f*cked.
-Kelly, turn it off. Quick.
Those things cost.
Sorry, man. Accident.
Shiv.
-That's real pro level, man.
-That's my bag.
[tense music]
[crickets chirping]
[Wendel grunts, exhales]
Whoo! Jack!
Goddamnit!
He's gonna be here in a minute.
Do I need to tape your a*s
to that chair?
Huh? You gonna be good?
Look at them angry little eyes.
Just be quiet.
[loud sigh]
Dig a hole
Dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold
cold ground
[muffled speech]
You don't gotta pee, do you?
Oh, f*ck' Christ.
Do not bite me.
Had just about enough
out of you.
Your name is Wendel?
Yeah. What of it?
Nothing. I think it's cute.
-Oh, do you?
-Mm-hmm.
So how do you know Jack?
Well, that ain't none
of your damn beeswax, is it?
You're not real smart,
are you, Wendel?
Smarter than you.
Who's holding the g*n?
Yeah, but, Wendel,
you k*lled a cop, so...
-[scoffs] Yeah.
-I mean,
where do you see
your life headed right now?
Like, right this second?
Well, I'll be rich.
That's where it's headin'.
I'm gonna open me
the biggest c*ck
operation in all of Georgia.
What do you think
of them apples,
Miss Smarty-pants?
-Here's what I think, Wendel.
-What do you think?
-Yeah. When you k*ll one
of their own...
-Yeah?
Cops are like the mafia.
They don't arrest you
and wait for a trial
or any of that sh*t.
No, they take care of business.
And they take their time
doing it.
You want to know what I would do
if I were you, Wendel?
No, I don't wanna know
what you would do.
All right.
What?
Well, I'd run
clear out of here before
they come lookin' for you.
I got a lot of money
coming to me. [scoffs]
I know what you're doing.
You're snake-charming.
[laughs]
You can't be serious, Wendel.
Do you think
Jack's gonna give you
a dime of that money?
-He better damn well better.
-You're kidding
yourself, Wendel.
-That so?
-Yeah.
Think again.
I mean, is your life
really worth 100k?
You know what I'd do
if I was you?
I'll tell you what I'd do.
I'd shut my g*dd*mn mouth!
That's what I'd do.
[tense music]
Women!
You dig your f*ck' hooks in,
and you keep diggin'
and you keep diggin'
and you keep diggin'!
You just sit there
and you shut your face.
Jack's gonna be here any minute.
You'll see.
-[line ringing]
-Hey, it's Chloe.
Leave a message.
Hey. Sorry I missed your calls.
But I am on fire right now.
I have not missed a step--
-[Jack] Andy.
-I'll call you back.
-Jack.
-On a nice little run
in there.
-[chuckles]
-Haven't hit like that
in a minute.
How's the nose?
Everybody keeps askin'.
Almost like they care.
[chuckles]
Well, that sucks.
That was a... crazy night.
Yeah, sure was.
-Well...
-You are sizzlin' in there.
Funny how you manage
to scrape together a buy-in
so quick.
-Hot streak.
-Oh.
I can see that.
You must have
almost 200k in chips.
Yep.
Well... gotta get back to it.
[cell phone vibrating]
You'll, um, probably
wanna get that.
[tense music]
-What-- All right.
-[Chloe grunting]
-Put Chloe on now.
-[Wendel] Jack. Hey, listen--
-[Jack] Now, dammit!
-Did you get the money?
-[Freddy] Yo.
-[Wendel] What's that?
-All good here?
-[Jack] Yeah.
-Right as rain.
-[Wendel] Jack.
Goddamnit!
-Listen to me, you as*h*le.
-[g*n c*ck]
I know you stole
my f*cking money.
And you know exactly
why I'm f*ck' here.
-Jack, I, I--
-It has been a shitty day,
so do not f*ck with me.
Because I damn sure
will pull this trigger.
Now watch your phone.
[Wendel]
All right. Go on, tell him!
Andy, they say they're gonna
k*ll me if you don't do
what Jack says.
[Wendel]
Better do what Jack says.
There you go.
[groans] Ow! Jesus Christ!
-Goddamnit, Jack. If you--
-Quiet.
You say anything to anybody...
you might walk away.
But she won't.
You can have the money, okay?
We're a little past that.
-What do you mean?
-You stole about 200,000
from me.
-You stole it from us
in the first place.
-Really?
You want to argue semantics?
Now... you can't leave
for two hours, right?
Well, I need 160,
and now my f*cking partner
needs a hundred.
I've been watching you.
You're on a heater.
Yeah, the kind
we've all dreamed about.
Half a mil.
Should be easy for you
in there with your a*s on fire.
Come on, Jack. J-- just let me
fold for two hours. Lock it up.
Now you listen carefully.
By midnight,
you walk out with 500k,
or I'll drown her
in a f*cking quarry.
Now... you know
the hand you've got.
Go play it.
I got it.
[panting]
[beeping]
[suspenseful music]
[man on record]
Oh, you're back for more.
So you're not
the crocodile after all.
You are sweating away your money
and digging your grave
deeper and deeper.
How does it feel
shoving your family
onto the street?
Well, if you're moving out,
I'm moving in.
I know your wife
craves an alpha.
Or maybe you can cut the sh*t,
wipe yourself off
-and take their f*cking money.
-[exhales]
[Kelly]
Small, big.
[tense music]
-[breathing heavily]
-[Bobby] Check.
[Kelly]
Three ways to the turn.
[DeShawn]
Check.
[sighs]
River coming.
[Andy]
Miracles can happen,
but you gotta have the ba*ls.
How much is that?
Twenty-five.
Call.
[Andy]
f*ck!
sh*t, man. Nice call.
[Andy]
Playing like sh*t. Terrible bet.
You block all the draws.
But... how did he make that call
with just a pair of sevens?
-You're on a tear, man.
-Nah, just getting lucky.
Mm, still. Sick call.
Hundred?
[Freddy]
Nice, kid. Right back in there.
[speaking in Japanese]
[DeShawn] Man, I don't know
if I bought enough
for this action.
Three handed.
Call.
[tense music continues]
Raise.
[Kelly]
Call.
Check.
[Andy]
Clear value betting spot,
third-nut boat,
pot-size bet behind.
I got Jack-Ten full house.
Jam, go all in.
Come on, Andy, shove,
you worthless, spineless loser.
No.
Everything says bet, right?
Math, GTO, stats.
Bet huge.
But my Spidey sense is tingling.
Screaming at me.
I check.
What?
I check.
-[DeShawn exhales sharply]
Dumb check.
-[Freddy] Holy sh*t!
You crazy m*therf*cker!
You checked that boat?
[sighs]
Nice check.
-[DeShawn] No way!
-[speaks in Russian]
Holy sh*t!
[Kelly]
Aces, full of Jacks.
-Boats versus boats.
-Sick hand.
[tense music]
[Kelly]
Fold.
[sighs angrily]
[exhales] It's getting tense
in here.
-What the hell's
goin' on in there?
-He's cheating.
-What? Who?
-Kirkland. He's cheating.
-I know he is.
-No, no chance.
Not at Faizel's game.
He's good, yeah,
but there's no way he--
-[grunts]
-[groans]
Stop bullshittin' me.
And you get in there
and win me my money.
Unless you want
to watch Wendel have some fun
with your girlfriend.
[groans, gasps]
Midnight.
You gotta post, man.
-All right there, big guy?
-[Kelly] Small, big.
[clears throat]
Okay.
Stop starin' at me.
[suspenseful music]
[sighs]
[chips rattling]
[Kelly]
Call.
How much?
Forty-six.
[Freddy]
All right. Fold.
Fold. River coming.
[Andy]
sh*t.
All in.
[tense music]
What's the count?
216,000.
f*ck me.
I have garbage.
Less than nothing.
But you know what?
Let's gamble. I call.
S-- what'd you just say?
I said, "Call," m*therf*cker!
-[DeShawn] Oof.
-Nice bluff, man. Had me fooled.
-No f*ck' way.
-[all exclaiming]
[DeShawn]
Half a million bucks
with ten high?
-You are crazy.
-[Freddy] This game
is wild, man.
-[laughter]
-f*ck me...
[DeShawn laughs]
There's no way.
There's no f*cking way.
-He cheated.
-[Faizel] Kirkland.
-What did you say?
-I said he cheated.
There's no other way
he makes that call.
He knew what I had somehow.
I didn't cheat.
-Then you saw my cards.
-[Andy] You're on the other side
of the table.
How would I have
seen your cards?
Check the deck. It's not marked.
Ten high? You don't make
that f*cking call with ten high!
And he checked that boat before,
you remember?
Well, check the deck
and check our phones
while we're at it, right?
-What?
-You want to check
for cheating, right?
Check everything.
Check the phones.
Check the deck.
Check the f*ck'
shuffle machine, too.
-[clears throat]
-No one's cheating here.
I buy the decks,
I hire the dealers.
No one cheats at my game.
Unless you're saying
that I am cheating.
No, Faizel, I'm not saying that.
[clears throat]
It was a big hand.
I got carried away.
Sorry.
So we're good?
Yeah, we're fine.
Yeah.
I just want to play some cards.
Well...
I'm not playing with someone
that thinks I'm a cheat.
Four hours. Right?
That's right.
I'm out.
You know... you're right.
The money's nice.
[Kelly]
Small, big.
[light tense music]
-Want me to walk you out?
-[Jack] I'll go with him.
-Headin' out anyway.
-Yeah, I'm good. Thanks, Stan.
Knew you had it in you, kid.
Had me a little worried
with that cheatin' bullshit.
But damned
if you didn't pull it off.
Calling with a ten high?
You are one sick m*therf*cker!
-Now what?
-My place. You drive.
-What about Chloe?
-She's fine.
-Textin' my guy now.
-[cell phone chimes]
Home stretch, hotshot.
Don't do anything stupid.
[engine turns over]
[music intensifies]
[snoring]
[door clicks]
[Chloe grunts]
Told ya. I told you.
Let me see those hands.
-How'd it go?
-I got it.
Oh, my God, Chloe--
Are you okay?
-Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.
-[groans]
-I'm so sorry.
-Are you okay?
Am I okay?
-I'm gonna k*ll you.
-[Wendel] Go.
-Get this sh*t off me.
-[Jack] It's all there, Wendel.
Oh, sh*t! Hell yeah!
-Ooh!
-Go ahead and get your hundred
and let's wrap this up.
How did he not know about that?
Don't worry.
We're gonna be okay.
There's a hell of a lot
more than 200K here.
Yeah, well, apparently,
young Andy here
can be quite the player
with the right incentive.
-[quietly] We're gonna be okay.
-[Wendel] We said half.
Yeah, half of 200.
No. Half.
-Don't get greedy.
-Told you he'd cut you out.
-We had an agreement.
-Yeah.
We had an agreement... for 100k.
Faizel gets his pound of flesh,
you get your stupid blood money,
and everybody's
just as happy as clams.
I ain't going to be
no happy clam.
Wendel, do not f*ck this up now.
-Don't point that g*n on me.
-What the hell happened
to this game?
Mm?
Well, well, well, Jackie.
[scoffs] I guess this is
what we call a Mexican standoff.
Well, don't mind me.
Just keep your g*ns exactly
where they are.
-I have your money.
-Of course you do.
Now we'll collect it.
But first, I need
to have a word with Andy here.
Andy boy...
...at my game, you cheated.
How?
I didn't.
Nobody cheats in my games.
Ever!
If the word gets around,
I will lose a lot of money.
And I like my games.
It's very enjoyable to me.
So... you're gonna tell me
how you cheated...
...and then I will tell you
what happens next.
Kirkland cheated. It wasn't me.
I'm listening.
He kept checking his smartwatch
during the game, okay?
Somehow, he hacked the camera
in the second shuffle machine.
It was sending the cards
to his smartwatch.
He checked his watch every hand.
He knew
what all the players had.
That doesn't explain your hand.
I had garbage.
But he knew that, see?
So I figured
if he wants me
to fold such a terrible hand...
...that means he's bluffing.
Because he knew
I had the winning hand.
I mean... if I was cheating,
would I call with that hand?
Hm. Okay.
Shivan and I are going
to check your theory.
If you were telling the truth,
you're okay.
But if you're lying...
In the meantime,
you're gonna stay here
with your babysitter.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. That's ours.
[grunts softly]
Jackie is a terrible gambler.
He owes me 160k.
So this... is mine.
Faizel, Jack robbed
his own game.
I don't give a flying f*ck.
[chuckles] Good luck, gentlemen.
Uhh, I hope you know
that 160k's comin'
outta your half.
[chuckles]
Wendel... let's make some money.
Come on, we can,
we can work this out together.
Half is working together.
-So there's that.
-We're good.
Just a little miscommunication,
that's all.
Now, communication
is the key to cooperation.
Don't philosophize me.
Wendel, let's just
lower our g*ns
and talk about this.
All right, all right. You first.
Go on.
Let's just lower them together.
-[Wendel] No.
-Count of three, remember?
Three.
[tense music]
[Jack]
Two.
[Wendel]
One.
-[g*nshots]
-[both gasp]
[groaning]
[Andy]
LT?
My...
[breathes heavily] f*ck.
I am done
with this f*cking game!
f*ck. Oh, my God.
I've heard that before.
Oh, f*ck. Oh, f*ck.
[both panting]
[Andy]
Yeah.
Yeah.
That is a...
...lot of money, isn't it?
Yeah.
[tense music]
["Shouf Shouf!"
by Sophia Chara]
[engine turns over]
-[coughs]
-[music stops]
[lip smacking]
["Shouf Shouf!" resumes]
[song continues]
[song ends]
[upbeat music]
[music turns suspenseful]
[music turns upbeat]
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