Focus (2015)

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WOMAN [OVER PHONE]:

Elegio, how may I help you?

MAN: Yes, I'd like to make a reservation

for tonight, please.

- Sorry. We're booked months in advance.

MAN: Okay. I understand.

Thank you very much.

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WOMAN:

Elegio reservations, how may I help you?

WOMAN:

Order.

MAN 1: Is that ready? Thanks.

- Yeah.

MAN 2: Gets another dollop of the burrata.

There you go.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

No problem.

I can get that for you, sir.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Okay, you know what?

So, yeah, you know...

...he could be here any minute now.

Ah, heh-heh.

[SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]

Oh, look, you know what?

He's right there.

That's my friend.

Will you be my boyfriend?

Just for a minute.

- You're not a serial k*ller, are you?

- That depends.

How many times does it take

to get to "serial"?

Five.

Oh, no, we're good.

Jess.

Nicky.

Heh. Burgundy.

Very good.

- It's very confusing, isn't it?


NICKY: Hm.

How do you know it all?

- Mostly from drinking.

- Mm.

Yeah. More you drink, more you learn.

In that case, I am, uh,

the foremost expert in Jägerbombs.

[LAUGHS]

I will walk you through it all...

It's been a pleasure to serve you,


Chef Oshowole.

Chef who?

Uh, Oshowole.

Yeah. Heh.

You know, it may be the roofies talking,

but this was really fun.

Thank you.

Thank you for rescuing me.

- Yeah. We showed him.


- Yeah.

NICKY: Gotta respect him.

He left it all on the field.

- That's what I'm missing out on tonight?

- Ha-ha-ha.

Can I walk you somewhere?

Actually, I'm staying here.

Upstairs.

Oh, really.

- Oh, my God. It's my husband.


- Shut the f*ck up.

- Jared, wait.

- Whoa, whoa! Whoa!

- I'll f*cking k*ll you.

- Just let him go.

No f*cking way.

He's f*cking dead.

Give me one f*cking reason

why I shouldn't do it.

- I'm drawing a blank.


- What?

I think you should sh**t me.

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

Don't mess with him, Nicky,

he's done hard time.

I've done f*cking hard time.

If you had any idea what I was

about to do to her...

- Shut up, man.


- She was gonna be no good to you after that.

- So you should really sh**t me.

- What the f*ck?

- What kind of stuff are we talking about?

- Saudi bachelor party sh*t.

Saudi bachelor party?

R. Kelly drop-cloth sh*t.

Please, come on, sh**t me.

Stop f*cking around.

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll you.

You'd really be doing me a favor.

Cancer.

Tumor the size of a peach.

Pull the trigger, you'll see.

You...? You got cancer?

- He's onto us.

- sh*t! I knew this wasn't gonna f*cking work!

- You guys suck.

- Just give us the money.

- Or?

JESS: He'll sh**t you in the neck.

I don't wanna sh**t a guy with cancer.

Grandma Mukulski had cancer.

- He doesn't have cancer, you idiot!

- You guys really boned this thing.

First of all, you gotta wait

till she gets my pants off.

And then you gotta give me a chance

to run. That's how you get the money.

And you never drop the con.

You never break.

Die with the lie.

When did you make us?

Uh, when you stole the wallet

from the bum downstairs.

Bullshit.

No, real sh*t.

Then why'd you come up here

if you're so smart?

Professional curiosity.

And I like boobs, you know.

I figured it was a win-win.

- All thumbs, sweetheart. It was a bum lift.

- It was a great lift.

Please. He was so shithoused,

you could've taken his appendix.

You suck.

You really should be more aware.

I've been behind you for two blocks.

You didn't see me?

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

Well, if you're gonna play this game,

you might wanna grow a pair.

I can take care of myself.

No, you're gonna get hurt.

Let me buy you coffee.

I don't drink coffee.

Fine.

Fine.

So, what's your thing?

- Inside? Roper? You can tell me.

- Mm.

Everything.

Been in this game so long.

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

- Oh, really?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, okay.

My grandfather used to run

a crooked game in Harlem.

Eventually, my father started

shilling for him.

Uh...

One day they get burned.

Mobbed-up guy catches them

throwing signals.

Everybody's g*ns come out. Standoff.

No way out. Except one.

The Toledo Panic Button.

What the hell is that?

You sh**t your partner.

It proves you're not together.

You k*ll your partner?

You hope you don't.

Does it work?

He's 0 for 3.

So your father k*lled your grandfather?

That's the world you're in.

Dabblers get k*lled.

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

I was a dyslexic foster kid.

No prospects, no future.

I mean, it's a minor miracle

I'm not a hooker right now.

- Tutor me.

- No.

- Why not?

- I'm headed out of town.

Well, wait, look, I can pay you.

- If that helps.

- Whose wallet is that?

Uh, "Dr. Peter Woshilak."

[NICKY CHUCKLES]

NICKY: All right, we're gonna make this quick

because it's really cold.

Now I'm gonna show you a few touches,

but at the end of the day...

...this is a game of focus.

- That's very clever.

- All right, now, attention is like a spotlight.

And our job...

...is to dance in the darkness.

I didn't even feel you take that.

The human brain is slow,

and it cannot multitask.

Jesus. When...?

All right, I'm sure you can flip a leather

on its feet.

But what we're talking about

is much more complex than that.

- When did you take my wallet?

- You take Zumba?

It's actually a really good cardio workout.

Thank you very much.

You're thinking with your hands.

You gotta get inside the vic's head.

Perceive from their perspective.

Human behavior is very predictable.

If I look at my hand,

it naturally pulls your gaze...

...and allows me to enter your space.

But when I look up at you,

it causes you to look directly at me.

Cute.

I touch you here, I steal from here.

I tap you here, I steal from here.

I step to here...

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

- Why?

You would if you knew

where my hand was.

Okay, I get it. I get it.

You get their focus...

...you can take whatever you want.

[CHUCKLES]

You be safe.

So why do I like this place?

Lots of space. Doesn't open

for a month or two.

We can tie into multiple lines, diffuse

our footprint, keep hopping DNS addresses.

Plus military-grade fiber.

NICKY: How many bathrooms?

Fat-a*s Farhad is flying in.

- Two, coed. He still got irritable bowel?

- Yep.

Man, he should do a cleanse.

Horst, he is a 400-pound Persian.

He is not gonna do a cleanse.

HORST:

Where you been staying? Hyatt again?

NICKY:

Yep. I love the brunch.

- You should stop by.

- No, no brunch. I'm doing a cleanse.

ANNOUNCER:

The horses are in the gate.

And they're off!

[CROWD CHEERING]

[JESS CLEARS THROAT]

NICKY: Hyatt Rewards card, in my wallet.

- Admit that you're impressed.

I got your wallet and I found you

all the way down here.

Please. World Series, Final Four...

...the Sugar Bowl, Super Bowl,

any big event like this is sucker central.

Well, I still found you.

That's gotta count for something.

So how many Hyatts did you have to go to?

All three, five times each.

- I want in.

- Maybe I'm just here to watch the game.

I asked around who ran the game in Harlem.

The Limehouse Kid is your grandfather.

Bucky Spurgeon is your father.

"Father" is a very generous term.

And you're Nicky Spurgeon.

They call you "Mellow."

- I'm all crewed up, sweetie.

- Oh, come on. Please! Can we...?

Can we just...?

Can we skip the part where I speak

through thinly veiled allure...

...and lead you to believe there's some

earth-shattering hump in the works?

Because I suck at that kind of stuff.

I just want in.

- No earth-shattering hump in the works?

- No.

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

- No.

No baby voice?

No lingering eye contact?

I am hopeless.

- That's all my favorite sh*t.

- I'm sorry.

Can I suggest that you learn?

Professionally.

Well, I mean, you could...

You could show me...

...in your room?

- That is so bad.

- Is it?

- Does it feel sexy on your face?

- A little.

It does. Okay, let's go.

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

- No.

- This is Horst.

- Hello, Jess.

- Hi.

- Nicky told me you were coming.

- You're such a d*ck.

NICKY: Ha-ha-ha.

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

What are you, a size 4?

JESS:

Why do I have to wear this?

No one looks at your hands

when you got that working for you.

- I can't breathe.

HORST: First, we stick to rich folks.

And no one with a cane

or a wheelchair, it's bad luck.

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

All eyes on me until I make the mark.

Once I fan him, I tug my lapel.

Two fingers means it's a prat poke.

Three fingers means the leather's an insider.

If it's a cordeen or an ox tongue,

I'll scratch my nose.

Unless I use my thumb, which means

I am actually scratching my nose.

Left or right tail I'll c*ck my head,

but keister kicks are 95 percent of it.

So you just do the touch, and I ding

the poke in the nearest mailbox, okay?

I'm sorry, what?

Okay, plan B.

You two, come with me.

[WOMEN CHEERING]

Excuse me, please, we're so lost.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

HORST:

It was excellent. You wanna wire?

Let me wire.

Ponytail's your mark. Right bridge.

Right rear pocket.

GARETH:

My bad.

HORST: That was nice.

- Okay. I got this.

- What?

- Give me some shade.

Wait.

Ooh! Oh. Sorry. My heel keeps...

You're such a gentleman.

Derrick knows how to treat a lady.

Married?

- Dude!

- Didn't mention that, did he?

All right. Thank you, boys.

NICKY:

You're in.

JESS:

Really?

- Congratulations, you're a criminal.

- Okay, what now?

- Want me to do the primer?

- I got it.

NICKY: There's a flight landing

every two minutes at Louis Armstrong.

Whoever's not here for the game's

here for the party.

Every one of them looking

to drink big, bet big...

...cheat on their spouses,

and it all costs money.

There are boost teams

at all the major hotels.

They hit quick and get out before

anybody ever knows what happened.

And if you think for one second...

...I'm gonna let your mother talk

to me like that, you are f*cking crazy!

I'm a grown-a*s man!

Why are you yelling at me?

NICKY:

There's card games everywhere.

And they let anyone with enough cash in.

Chances are, at least one of those guys

you don't know...

...is a mechanic who can work a deck

like Bill Clinton works a crowd.

All in.

Full boat.

I swear...

...I've never had four

of a kind before! Ha!

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

Hey, come on, coach.

- m*therf*cker! What the f*ck!

- You win some, you lose some, right?

That's it. Get the f*ck out of here.

Come on, let's go. Move.

- Um, it's my husband!

- I'll k*ll you!

- Give me my pants!

- Go! No, just run!

WOMAN:

Wait! Wait! Stop!

Baby! Stop! Baby!

Married guys are the best.

Who they gonna tell?

MAN: I will k*ll you!

WOMAN: It's my husband!

NICKY: Every minute there's something

going on down here.

Every bar, restaurant, hotel, everywhere.

Guys working alone, working in teams.

Not just cash either. Identity theft

and credit card spoofing are big too.

You can skim the data right off

a credit card in about a second.

But boosting a wallet

only gives you an hour...

...before the vic gets wise

and the cards are canceled.

So you put the card back.

By the time the mark gets wise,

he's in Youngstown arguing with his wife...

...over the charges we rack up

before the bill comes.

A skimmer swipes the card

and records the keystrokes...

...so you can get the pin too.

Look, you see that?

JESS:

Oh, wow, did he make that?

NICKY: Yeah. A few years back

he replaced the credit card terminals...

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

Took down a few million

before they caught on.

What does a guy like that

do with that kind of money?

He, uh, financed his own line of gravies.

[TRUNK CLOSES]

Uh, yeah, he just...

That's his seat. Just let him...

Oh, I'm sorry.

Who's the girl?

Her name is Jess, Farhad.

She's our intern.

Ah.

You're hitting that?

I'm right here.

- No, Farhad, I'm not hitting that.

- You should hit that.

Yeah. Hi. Still right here.

I'd totally hit that.

He's f*cking with me, right?

Right?

- She talks a lot.

HORST: Smile.

Thank you.

I'll get this loaded in.

- Shouldn't take long.

NICKY: Get a digital camera.

So we're about 30 strong,

everybody gets a percentage.

We cover bribes and fall money for anybody

who gets pinched, knock wood.

We sell the ATM data

to a guy in Singapore.

The shopaholics here...

...buy merchandise which we overnight back

to ourselves and resell on the gray market.

Yesterday we bought 200 MacBook Airs.

Oh, my God.

That is incredible.

- Oh, do you think that maybe I...?

- No.

Sell everything.

Take no chances.

So, what about the big con?

I thought you were all big time.

Oh, you mean the one

where we make so much money...

...we all retire and get yachts

and boob jobs.

Yeah, that's a fantasy.

We are in the volume business.

Safer that way.

Hey, Jen, I need a dime.

I got bit at the track.

Come on, girl.

Thank you, baby.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Clean card, clean ID,

everything you need.

Thank you.

Well, don't thank me yet.

Got a lot of work to do.

Tough week ahead.

I know.

So, what now?

There's a key card in there. Um...

I got you another place.

I think you'll like it.

Wow, thanks.

Do you know how I can get a cab there?

I can give you a ride.

JESS:

Yeah? That'd be great. I mean...

...if it's okay with you.

NICKY:

It's fine with me.

Is it okay with you?

JESS:

Yeah.

NICKY:

You sure?

JESS:

You seem like a pretty good driver.

NICKY:

You can count on me.

JESS:

Can I?

NICKY: Most would say no.

JESS: Mmm.

You seem trustworthy.

Maybe you should take that cab.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Okay.

- All right.

[DOOR BELL RINGS]

- Aw. Who's that?

- This is my little girl, Mina.

Cute.

- My son, Dani.

- Oh, that's sweet.

- That's my wife, Lida.

- Pretty.

That's my d*ck.

Cool.

- Sorry about that.

- That's okay.

- That's my dog.

- Aw.

Hate it.

So you've known, um...

You've known Nicky a long time?

Uh, ten years. Why?

I'm just wondering.

Okay, you got me.

- We're sleeping together, okay?

- Mm. Mm-hm.

- Like the ancient Greeks.

- Ha-ha-ha.

Actually, I don't know.

I mean, I like the guy, I do...

...but people aren't really his bag,

so it's hard to tell sometimes.

Yeah, I guess you can't blame him.

I mean, he told me about that thing...

...with his dad and his grandfather.

It was crazy.

He told you that?

I mean, I've heard that story,

but never from him.

Really?

- You must throw a mean one. Damn.

- Ha-ha.

I'm really gonna miss sucking his d*ck.

[LAUGHING]

So's he.

Stop it.

- All right, you ready?

- Yep. Aah!

Frank? Frank!

Oh, my God, somebody help.

Please, please, somebody help.

Baby, we're getting you someone. Okay?

Just stay with me.

Stay with me, g*dd*mn it.

Somebody get someone!

Somebody call a doctor.

Is there a doctor? I need a doctor.

Doctor, help me.

My husband's just had a heart attack.

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

Frank? Frank?

Can you hear me?

- Oh, my God! Somebody call 911!

MAN: Hey, Frank.

Frank!

Who was the cop with the wandering hands?

Oh, he was real.

He just stumbled in.

Who hits on a grieving widow?

I guess that's just how fantastic

you look in that dress.

What's a girl to do?

NICKY: I can think of a couple things

she could do.

- Yeah, me too, actually.

NICKY: Mmm.

I think we should start with oral.

Just saying.

Come on, man, I'm right here.

- Sorry.

JESS: Sorry.

[POP MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Everybody! Everybody.

Everybody, everybody.

Can I get your attention?

Uh...

- What you laughing at?

WOMAN: Ha-ha-ha.

Record-setting week.

And I wanna say congratulations

to you all.

After expenses...

...$1.2 million.

[ALL CHEER]

Great work, great work.

After the big game's over tomorrow,

this place gets bleached down.

Anything not nailed to the floor

goes in the incinerator.

Horst here has all of your travel money.

Once you get home,

I will wire you all your cuts.

Thank you, guys, really.

FARHAD: To Nicky.

ALL: To Nicky!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

ALL:

Nicky!

FARHAD:

No, no, no. Farhad, not Forehead.

WOMAN: What's that mean?

FARHAD: Doesn't matter.

Stay juicy.

That's all of it, 1.2?

Do not let it leave your sight.

You promise?

- Uh, yeah, I promise.

- No dogs or ponies.

Hey.

- How long have you known me?

HORST: No, just look. Look at me. Man to man.

No gambling, okay?

Yes, dear.

I'll see you when I see you.

You guys are so cute.

I'm tired.

Okay. Wanna go to the game tomorrow?

You have tickets?

Of course. It's one of the perks

of the business.

Oh, uh...

Did you mean these tickets?

Okay, you're gonna need

to stop that, all right?

- Stop showing off.

- Ha-ha-ha.

NICKY: An exit interview?

- Yes.

- Oh, my God. Are you serious?

- Tell me.

So you mean like, uh:

"Jess is a hard worker,

honest and prompt.

I believe she'll be a valuable asset

to your team at Sizzler of San Bernardino."

No, not a reference, you d*ck.

Criticism. Constructive criticism.

Uh, really?

- Are you serious?

- Yes.

Okay.

Okay.

You got a light touch.

You know, you're kind

of invisible out there.

And you're calm.

You know, you get upside down,

you don't panic. You adjust.

You actually rally...

...when the going gets tough,

which is rare.

And I been in this...

...for a really, really long time.

And I've never seen anything like you.

Thank you.

[SOFTLY]

But I was actually talking about the sex.

Please, there's a thousand h*s

better than you.

Whoa! Please!

I can't believe you said that!

You're just laying there. You know?

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

[BOTH LAUGH]

- You're mean.

- Mm.

- Why Mellow?

- Hm?

Why do they call you Mellow?

Oh. Yeah, you know,

I don't like that name.

I know, but why do they call you that?

Oh, my dad just started calling me that.

And?

And I don't like it.

Ow. Ow!

My dad, he said, um...

...there's two kinds of

people in this world.

There's hammers and nails.

You decide which one you wanna be.

He said there's no room for heart

in this game.

That sh*t'll get you k*lled.

He, uh...

He said I was soft.

So he started calling me marshmallow.

- Mellow.

- Yeah.

You're a big old marshmallow, you are.

Mm-mm.

I'm gonna get some more wine.

Do you want some?

- Nope, I'm good.

- Okay.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[AIR HORN BLOWING]

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

Where are we going?

[CROWD CHEERING]

How did you get these tickets?

Just one of the many wonderful things

about being me.

ANNOUNCER: This Hall of Famer is

a three-time champion MVP with Chicago.

Let's give a Superdome welcome

to Billy Canady.

[ALL GRUNTING]

Brevings on the kick

for the Miami Threshers.

Is this a bad time to mention

I don't really like football?

Yeah. Like the worst time possible.

I'm sorry. It just seems like a lot

of standing around all the time.

Are you kidding?

Don't you think? I...

Well, you were really excited

about the tickets.

No, I am. I'm so excited.

I just don't get the game.

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

You know what? Forget football.

We can still have fun. All right.

MAN 1:

Hot dogs! Get your hot dogs right here!

MAN 2: Let me get one.

NICKY: Right there.

I will bet you $1 that that guy

does not catch that hot dog.

- Down there?

- Yep.

Okay.

Oh.

How did you know that?

Because that guy cannot throw.

He knocked this old lady's glasses off

about 10 minutes ago.

Okay. Okay. Ooh.

- Okay, um...

WOMAN: Whoo!

Down there. Shirtless guy

with the body paint.

Ten says he's too drunk

to get up for the wave.

- Are you sure? His team is on a drive.

- Are you in or out?

- I'm in.

- Okay.

Don't do it.

- Yes!

- Really?

- Really?

- I know my drunks.

So you're a fan?

You're considering yourself a fan?

Thank you! Okay.

We're even now.

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

- Okay.

Um, okay. Mamita with the short shorts.

- Oh, yeah.

- See her?

How many guys are gonna look at her a*s

as she walks up the aisle?

Closest one wins.

- End seats only?

- End seats only.

- At least eight.

- Eight?

- Mm-hm.

- Three.

Five.

Can I get in on this?

Sure, 10 bucks, Mr...?

Liyuan. I say five guys look. Sure thing.

Okay.

There's one.

- Two.

LIYUAN: Yeah.

- Three.

- Three.

- Four. Sorry.

- I'm out. I'm done.

LIYUAN:

Five.

- And it's six.

- Come on.

LIYUAN:

Six.

Seven! Yes!

I'm the closest!

I know my leches too.

Money, money, money.

NICKY:

Okay, okay.

I want justice. I want my money back.

Make another bet.

- Okay.

- I want my change.

Okay. Which team draws the next penalty?

I don't know football. You boys play.

Okay. Defense.

How much?

- One thousand.

- Ooh.

Yeah.

I'll do the thousand.

[PLAYERS SHOUTING]

We have holding! Number 77!

On the offense.

- Ten-yard penalty.

- Yes!

Okay, 5000.

Do they pass or run?

- Five thousand.

- Oh, wow.

- He's been drinking. Definitely.

- He is... Yeah.

I have.

[ALL LAUGHING]

- Okay. You call it.

- They run.

NICKY:

They run.

Three-18! Hut!

Yeah!

They run, they run! Yeah!

Ooh. Ouch.

Yeah. Ouch is right. Ouch is right.

- On that note, I'm gonna get a drink.

- Yeah. Me too.

- Double or nothing. Your bet.

- No, I'm good, man. Thank you.

No. Easy bet. Easy bet.

They make this kick, you win.

Good odds, huh? They always make

this kick. You can't lose.

Come on, I want to play.

I like you.

You can't lose.

Oh, come on, I want to play.

- How much?

- Double or nothing, 10,000.

Oh, too much?

All right, 10 grand.

Three-42! Hut!

[PLAYERS GRUNTING]

- Really?

LIYUAN: Oh, no.

I'm sorry.

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

[CHUCKLING]

JESS:

Maybe we should just get going.

NICKY:

Come on. All right. Ahem.

Wait, hold up. Hold up.

Fifty.

- Say again?

- Fifty grand.

JESS: Nicky.

- It's all right. Okay?

- Okay.

- Relax.

Um, he's not gonna return the kick.

On the kickoff he'll take a knee. Ahem.

Ah.

Now you make things interesting.

Okay.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

[BOTH GROAN]

JESS:

Okay.

Okay. We good?

- Nicky?

- Relax.

- Wow. Oh.

- It's okay.

- It's okay.

- All right. Hold it, hold on.

Give me one second. Give me a second.

Give me a second. Give me a second.

[THE ROLLING STONES' "SYMPATHY

FOR THE DEVIL" PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

[CLEARS THROAT]

A hundred grand.

One hundred thousand.

Yep.

You don't have 100,000.

Yeah, I do.

You can't do that.

Next play. Pass incomplete.

I say he catches it.

[AIR HORN BLOWING]

Wow.

[NICKY GROANS]

NICKY:

You've gotta be f*cking kidding me.

We're going.

We're going.

All of it.

- One-point-one million.

JESS: Nicky.

Nicky, that is my money too.

High card takes it all.

You are crazy.

[LAUGHING]

I like it.

After you.

Thank you.

[SPEAKS IN MANDARIN]

What is that you said, tomo ha de?

What's that?

It's just an expression.

It's hard to explain.

Rough translation's...

... "I am f*cked."

[LIYUAN LAUGHING]

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

when you play with the big boys.

Oh, f*ck me.

Double it.

- Oh, man. Dude, what are you doing?

- I'm good for it.

Double it.

You got a problem, my friend.

Take those binoculars.

Pick any player on or off the field.

And I will guess the number.

Any player?

That's like 100-to-1.

It's good odds for you. Two million.

That's f*cking crazy.

I don't like it.

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

You pick the player.

And she'll guess the number.

What?

[LAUGHS]

You're f*cking crazy.

But I can't turn down free money.

You got a bet.

Ha-ha. Alvin.

What are you doing?

Don't drag me into this.

What, it's not enough you lost

everyone's money? My money?

Ugh, she sounds like my wife.

Get your hands off me. You're sick.

- Hey, come on. Wait, wait.

- Don't put your hands on her.

- What the hell is your problem?

- Steven, stop! Bah-bah-bah.

Tell him to keep his damn hands to himself!

I understand. I understand. I am sorry.

He has gotten carried away.

He likes pretend he is the Kevin Costner

and I am the Whitney Houston.

- The hell!

- Steven.

Please. He just knows

that I want to play.

Let's play.

NICKY:

Look at me. Hey.

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

Please.

- Just pick.

- Don't make me do this.

- Jess.

- Just let me go.

Just do it.

Pick a f*cking player.

JESS: Please, don't make me

do this, Nicky. Please.

Please.

Okay.

I got one.

Do you want me to write it down?

No, I trust you.

Nicky.

Then it's her turn.

Just do it. Pick.

Pick a f*cking player.

He's crazy, I know.

But it will be his fault.

Not yours.

[LIYUAN HUMMING]

MAN 1:

Team, let's go!

Don't take a chance!

Fair catch if you have to!

MAN 2:

Set up to run! Let's go!

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

Look. I give you one chance

to back down, okay?

No hard feelings.

Pick.

Wow.

I guess...

I guess number...

Wait.

Number 55.

No.

No.

No, no, no, no f*cking way!

That is unbelievable!

How did you do that?

I'm right?

- f*ck!

- Am I right?

- Yes! You're f*cking right!

JESS: I'm right?

- f*cking sh*t! You're f*cking right.

- Oh, my God.

- That is great.

- You're not mad?

- No f*cking way! I'm not... Mwah.... mad.

- No?

We have got to go to Vegas.

Right now. I have a jet.

[LAUGHING]

Oh, that was incredible.

Did you see what she just did?

And, you. You. Oh, you have got

some big f*cking ba*ls.

You are my new f*cking hero.

- Double or nothing?

- No! No f*cking way!

Get the f*ck out of my suite! Now!

Yeah! First down, baby! First down!

MAN:

We're good! We're good!

We're good, coach.

Consider your debt settled.

I am going to k*ll you.

k*ll me later.

I'm going to k*ll you!

- What?

- You did great. You did great.

Oh, my God.

How did you do that?

Liyuan Tse. Legendary gambler.

He bets on everything. Anything.

Huge cash bets, all the time.

Once the Bellagio put Bill Gates

out of the high-roller's suite...

...because Liyuan was flying in.

He is the perfect vic.

But how did you know

who he was gonna pick?

We told him to.

We been telling him all day.

NICKY: From the moment he left

his hotel room, we've been priming him.

Programming his subconscious.

He's been seeing the number 55

all day long.

On the elevator. In the lobby.

Even the stick pin on the doorman.

Not only that, we loaded his route

from the hotel to the stadium.

He looks out the window,

primers are everywhere.

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

There's no getting around it.

He even sees Farhad.

I'm trying to drive, you Rhino b*tch!

f*ck the Rhinos! f*ck the Rhi...

Suggestions are everywhere.

From the number of flowers in a vase...

...to the tr*mp stamp on the hooker

we sent to his room last night.

JESS:

That is genius.

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

It's what he hears.

The Mandarin word for "five" is woo.

There are 124 "woo-woos"

in "Sympathy for the Devil."

Now, he's not registering it,

but it's all there.

So when he picks up those binoculars,

looks out on the field...

...sees a familiar face

with the number 55 on his jersey...

...some tittie voice in the back

of his mind says: "That's it."

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

Do you want me to write it down?

And you, being in the dark,

was the convincer.

We call that the "Little Blind Mouse."

I'm the "Blind Mouse"?

You're such an as*h*le.

You can't tell me that's 100-percent real.

Well, it's probabilistic.

Farhad has it at about 59 percent...

...but it's better than Vegas.

And what if he picked wrong?

Double it till it happens.

That's amazing.

You're amazing.

Nicky!

What's wrong?

You did great.

Okay.

What's going on?

Why are we pulling over?

[BAG UNZIPS]

Nicky?

What is this?

It's 80.

The job is over.

You did great.

You're kidding, right?

You're...?

Take her to the airport.

I'm not going to the airport.

Wait, can you just talk to me?

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

- Nicky? What's going on?

Answer me!

Nicky!

sh*t.

[MAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH

OVER RADIO]

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[ANNOUNCER SPEAKING

IN SPANISH]

I wasn't expecting such a kind face.

The tech says his gizmo checks out.

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

And I don't like him.

Why?

He's a con man, sir.

That's the point.

I keep my Beretta well-fed.

Owens. Why do you have to be so dramatic?

Invite him to lunch.

MAN: You are a man known for great skills

of persuasion and deception.

You were very hard for me to find.

- Why did you take my offer?

- Went broke.

My car.

Forty million euro in R&D, easily.

McEwen, Rahal, Lotus...

Any team in any class,

they spend half of that.

But I have something none of them have.

- A fuel-burn algorithm.

- Yes.

The EXR.

They all want it.

It's legal.

And my engineers promise

it guarantees me a win.

That's not enough for me.

This year McEwen is the only team

standing in my way.

That is why I wanted you.

- So...

OWENS: This needs to be discreet.

It needs to be safe. No holes.

[CAR ENGINES ROARING]

I will pose as a disgruntled

team engineer of yours...

...offering to sell the EXR to McEwen.

What I will give him is a fake.

It doesn't really do anything, just gives

false readings to their instruments.

It will mislead the driver enough

that you'll have a slight added edge.

A third of a second every few laps.

Imperceptible.

Just because the techs say

that it checks out...

...what makes you think you can

convince them that you're absolutely real?

That you're... That

you're totally authentic?

You can't be clicking around here, boy.

You don't need to worry about me.

I'm extremely well researched.

We'll proceed as planned,

starting at the kickoff party tonight.

- Okay.

- I'll be seen drinking...

...and boisterous and disgruntled.

I will approach you in full view of McEwen.

An argument will ensue,

I will throw my drink...

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

It's okay.

I'd be very surprised if McEwen

didn't approach me right there...

...but if not, I will contact him.

- Good.

Whatever he's willing to pay me,

I will be keeping 100 percent for myself...

...on top of the 1 million from you.

- Do we have a deal?

Yes, Mr. Garriga, we have a deal.

That's great.

- Appreciate your time. I'll see you tonight.

- Thank you.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Drama.

I'm excited.

[SIGHS]

[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING

OVER SPEAKERS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[MAN RAPPING IN SPANISH

OVER SPEAKERS]

That's right.

[NICKY SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Do you speak English?

Yes, absolutely. Yeah, but you speak

good Spanish. Oh, yes.

Oh, why, thank you, thank you. Um...

Look, I'm here tonight for business.

And I am a recovering alcoholic.

So when I ask you for a vodka martini

on the rocks...

...if you could give me water with olives

that would be fantastic.

- Great decision, sir. Wise.

- Thank you.

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

That man got me drinking again.

- Vodka martini on the rocks.

- On the rocks.

I wonder if "Garriga" is Spanish for "thief."

Oh, my God, what a drinker!

Who the f*ck put a couch full of women

in the middle of this place?

NICKY:

Hey!

Where are the black people?!

There he is, right there,

the Commander in Thief!

But I guess you can do what you want

when you're a rich prick!

WOMAN:

Maybe you should slow down a little.

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

This is a free country.

- Buenos Aires is a free country, right? Okay.

- No, Buenos Aires is a city.

I'm gonna go over there.

Hey!

Hey!

- Well, hello.

- Hey.

[JESS CHUCKLES]

Hello.

God, it's been a long time.

So you...?

You're here with, uh...?

- Rafael?

- Yeah.

Yeah, he, um...

He owns one of the teams, so...

Is he a mark?

No. We're together.

Have been for a long time.

I'm out of the game.

Jess, um...

All right. Uh, about New Orleans,

and just...

Oh, Nicky. No.

I really don't need an explanation.

I mean, if anything, I should be

thanking you. You did me a favor.

Well, that's fantastic.

He's probably wondering where I am.

Take care of yourself, okay?

You too. Be well.

Um, Nicky.

He doesn't know about my past, so...

...you don't know me.

Okay?

Okay.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Alcohol.

Can I get a vodka, please?

Sure.

This is water.

No, sir, it's vodka.

It's water.

Sir, I know who you are.

Marcello told me about you

and your condition, so back off.

All right, you're kidding.

Are you drunk?

Mr. Garriga is not a guy you wanna cross.

Me neither.

Now just what part of the plan calls

for a tray full of appletinis?

Pledging a sorority?

Mm. I'm just rethinking

the plan a little bit.

g*dd*mn prima-donna

delicate-science bullshit.

You are not splitting atoms here, pal.

This ain't CERN.

Just do what you're being paid to do.

Shitheel.

NICKY:

Hey!

Garriga!

Oh, God.

Don't worry, it's just a

disgruntled engineer.

I expect you have something to say to me.

- Ow!

- Oh, my God.

Oh, sh*t.

- Why are you punching?

- You stole from me!

Nobody steals from me!

I am such a disgruntled engineer!

- Get him out of here!

- Yes, sir.

Out! Get out!

Oversold it a bit, didn't you?

I was just caught up in the moment.

OWENS:

Ah! Get him out.

Get rid of him.

GARRIGA:

It's okay. I'm good.

Go back to the party.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

- Are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm okay.

What the hell was that?

The racing business, cariño.

- Jesus.

- That's all.

NICKY:

Wait a minute.

You can't throw me out.

I'm staying in this hotel.

MAN:

Let me see your keys.

[NICKY GROANS]

NICKY:

Thank you.

Mr. McEwen would like to have lunch.

Information is on the card.

[GROANING]

I still got it.

[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING

OVER SPEAKERS]

McEWEN:

You ever heard of Udo Pappenphus?

- What the f*ck are you looking at?

- Nothing.

I'm sorry, I'm...

Udo Pappenphus was an engineer for Ferrari

for many years. f*cking brilliant.

One day, Udo Pappenphus was found

behind a berm with his throat cut.

Udo...

...he was that prick Garriga's man.

I want 3 million euro.

[CHUCKLING]

Well, f*ck. Jesus.

It's the EXR.

EXR.

You're Father-f*cking-Christmas

to me, mate.

I'm gonna need to see some proof.

You understand? Proof.

- What the f*ck are you looking at, mate?

- Nothing. Just repeat what you said.

What, the pool go Euro?

Gordon!

Get me f*cking field glasses, mate.

They're on the thing.

Oh, yeah. She is a beauty.

- I love these race skanks.

- She's not a race skank.

Course she's a f*cking race skank.

Town's lousy with them.

- Can we get back to business? Please.

- She's a little small on top for my taste.

One man's small

is another man's perfection.

It's like a "breasts are

a subjective opinion" topic.

Maybe if you're booking a fashion show.

I'm talking

about f*cking slapping ba*ls, mate.

Do you want the thing or not?

I'm gonna need to see proof.

I'll contact you.

[BOTH SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

- A Spritz, por favor.

- Okay.

And a vodka and cranberry, please.

Hey, you need to put some clothes on.

Excuse me?

There's Australian people here.

- What is that supposed to mean?

- I'm just saying, Jess.

They shipped all those people

down there for a reason.

Okay.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Whoa, what...?

You don't know me, remember?

Oh.

And what was that last night?

Was that about me?

Please. No.

Are you working an angle on Rafael?

No, Jess. I'm working for him.

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

But I should trust you?

- All right, Jess. Okay.

- That's interesting.

Come on.

Nicky, if Rafael sees us together,

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

He's the jealous type.

You need to stay away from me.

f*ck Rafael.

And, Nicky?

You're still an easy lift.

Stop touching my sh*t, Jess.

- Well?

- Looks credible.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Three million, eh?

Yes, sir.

I can have the complete package

in 48 hours.

Codes, documentation and analysis.

No worries, mate. No worries.

So, what's next?

Wait for my call.

Thank you.

[BOTH SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Señor Garriga's assistant called. She pulled

a few things she said you might like.

Great.

[WOMAN SHOUTING IN SPANISH]

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Sorry... Miss?

You... You forgot...

...your bag.

NICKY:

You really should be more aware.

Oh, God. Seriously?

- Malbec?

- Yes, it is.

Where'd you learn that?

It's all they drink here.

And it says it on the label.

You know, Nicky, I've been thinking

about all this.

And?

And, um...

Nicky.

Let me have it.

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

if I could slip away or if we could...

Yes.

- Can we just...?

- Whatever. Yes.

I can't.

I can't, I'm sorry.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait, Jess.

Whatever you want.

I can keep you safe.

- Nicky.

- Come on, Jess.

[SIGHS]

Nicky, you taught me so much.

But I've learned a lot since then.

And I'd really...

...like to show you all

the things I've learned.

Like how I learned how to play men.

Like I just played you.

- How's it feel?

- Wow.

- Yeah. Wow.

- Ah.

I think you're losing it.

That was pathetic.

"I'll keep you safe"?

What was that?

Does that work?

Does that get you laid?

- Hey, that was not a line.

- I'm not falling for your sh*t again.

- Don't... Ah.

- Okay?

And I'm very happy-

So stay away from me.

Nice a*s-o.

Nice a*s. Nice a*s.

Very nice, very nice.

[NICKY SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Hey. Let's get a steak.

- A steak? It's 9 in the morning.

- Take that up with God.

How was the flight?

Jesus Christ. They had me squeezed

between two fat guys.

It sounds like you're complaining and you

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

FARHAD:

All right, where's this going down?

- You got the piece?

- It's in my bag.

Can you get it?

I'm too fat to reach it.

Watch this.

Nothing but net.

- Ah, f*ck, you all right?

- Yeah.

You all right?

Hey there.

Farhad?

Hi! How are you?

God, look at you.

You've lost so much weight.

I did a cleanse.

- You here with Nicky?

- Sort of.

- Do you mind?

- Please.

You must be turned on

by all these women.

- I suppose.

- You do more than suppose.

What does that mean?

- Oh, dear God.

- I'm just saying.

Please, never make that face again.

I don't even wanna know what that means.

- Oh, I think we do. Heh-heh.

- I think we don't.

Everybody knows you're a l*sbian.

It's completely fine.

- Who knows I'm a l*sbian?

- It's especially fine to me.

- Where are you getting this from?

- Every other time you speak, I smell a vag*na.

- It's not true.

- That's not a bad thing, believe me.

Oh, Jesus.

Okay, all right.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Listen, you got Nicky all nuts.

- I do? Good.

- Yeah.

I've never seen him like this. You know,

he's barely worked since New Orleans.

Seriously?

I know he's an as*h*le.

I mean, a really big as*h*le.

- Yeah.

- He should've handled it better.

But he's my friend,

and I'm gonna bat for him.

So can you give him a break?

I don't care what Nicky told you.

I'm not falling for this sh*t.

I don't think you got that right.

He seems different now,

and I've known him a long time.

How do I know that?

What is that?

It's an orange.

He kept it for you all this time.

Mini-market!

[SIGHS]

sh*t.

- That looks nice. Hm.

- I can't believe you kept it.

Or found it.

Or replicated it.

- Ha-ha-ha.

- I don't know with you.

- No, I kept it.

- Thank you.

So Farhad said you didn't work

for a long time.

Yeah, a couple years.

Just didn't feel right.

I even reached out to my dad.

I hadn't seen him in years.

I asked him if he'd ever gone

straight before. "Of course.

I go straight every time I'm on parole.

- Oh.

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

- Solid advice.

- Yes.

JESS: Mm.

- Heh-heh.

How's that working out?

Well, thought I was ready to work.

Then the girl walked in.

Why are you going to

all this trouble, Nicky?

What do you want from me?

I can convince anyone of anything.

I once convinced a man that an empty

warehouse was the Federal Reserve.

- So I'm good.

- Yeah.

You're the best.

But what I really want...

...is to tell you that I've changed.

And tell you that I am sorry.

And I just want you to believe me.

[CHUCKLES]

You know I want to believe you.

I want to believe you.

I'm different now.

I have to be getting back.

I can't do this.

I'm sorry.

[MAN SPEAKS IN SPANISH,

THEN ENGINE STARTS]

[TIRES SCREECH]

You all right?

- What happened?

- I don't wanna talk about it.

- Did he do something to you?

- No.

Jess, did he put his hands on you?

- Tell me what happened.

- Just... Just kiss me.

I have to leave soon.

I want you to come with me.

I know you think you love him.

But...

...I want you to come with me tonight.

I don't love him.

I just... But I...

But you can't trust me.

I understand that.

If you come with me,

we'll figure it out.

I want...

[PHONE RINGING]

It's Owens. I gotta take it.

[NICKY GRUNTS]

Yeah.

OWENS: Where are you?

- I'm in my room.

Good. I'm at the door.

He's at the do... Uh...

- All right. Um...

- What?

Damn, you should've ma...

All right, uh, give me a sec.

We're good, just...

Ugh. I'll get rid of him.

Hey.

You're still sleeping? I thought

you were meeting with McEwen.

I am. Later.

There's a lazy Sunday softness

to your generation.

Makes me uncomfortable.

I like to be on my feet.

I'll lie down when I get cancer.

Or if I f*ck.

Both of which will be done on my back,

in case you were wondering.

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

But thank you for sharing that.

Sarcasm. Another pillar of your generation.

You wanna tell somebody to f*ck off,

tell them to f*ck off.

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

It's weakness.

That is a messy bed.

Yeah, I don't sleep well.

OWENS: Someone here, son?

NICKY: Who you calling "son"?

OWENS: You know why you don't sleep well?

NICKY: No, tell me.

OWENS: You with your iPhones

and your smartphones...

...and your laptops and computers.

All of which produce nothing

but a barrage of useless information.

f*cking Twitter.

As if anyone actually cares that you're

eating a turkey sandwich for lunch.

Sorry. Panini.

- Sarcasm?

- Satire.

f*cking panini.

Look, um, are we done?

You might be.

Who'd you pick up at the airport?

NICKY: Garriga has you f*cking following me?

OWENS: I got people there.

NICKY: My computer guy.

OWENS: Why? Is there a problem?

NICKY:

There won't be because he's f*cking here.

I got a little red hair on my taint

that tickles when something's afoot.

And lately...

...I've been scratching my nethers

like a f*cking macaque.

Okay.

Look, there's no reason

for anybody to panic...

...and start getting bent out of shape...

...because we're getting to the end.

Nice day.

[SOFTLY]

Nicky.

[SOFTLY]

How the f*ck did you do...?

Back here, 7.

Okay.

Uh, guess your taint was wrong.

Enough of the pleasantries.

Hey, nice jacket.

OWENS:

f*ck off.

[SIGHS]

MAN:

It's real.

Gordon!

Gordon!

f*cking you, mate.

You're my new f*cking favorite person, fella.

I swear

you're f*cking 6 inches f*cking taller...

...and twice as f*cking handsome

since you walked in here.

There you go, son.

- Lap it up.

- My pleasure, Mr. McEwen.

- I wish you the best of luck.

- Friends like you, who needs luck?

Now f*ck off. Ha-ha.

GARRIGA [OVER PHONE]: Yes?

- Mr. Garriga.

- How did it go?

- It's done.

- Good.

- I wish you the best of luck.

With friends like you, who needs luck?

[KEYPAD BEEPING]

[LINE RINGS, THEN BEEPS]

Jess, letting you know, uh, I left a key

for you at the desk. See you at 7.

NICKY:

Wish you the best of luck.

MAN 1:

With friends like you, who needs luck?

- I wish you the best of luck.

- With friends like you, who needs luck?

[BOTH LAUGH]

NICKY:

I wish you the best of luck.

With friends like you, who needs luck?

[ALL LAUGHING]

NICKY: Wish you the best of luck.

- With friends like you, who needs luck?

NICKY: Best of luck.

- Friends like you, who needs luck?

MAN 2:

Friends like you, who needs luck.

MAN 3:

Friends like you, who needs luck, huh?

[MEN SPEAKING

IN FOREIGN LANGUAGES]

Jess.

[SNIFFLING]

[PHONE BEEPS]

[SNIFFLES]

[SNIFFLES]

[SIGHS]

f*ck.

Sorry I'm late.

What?

Nothing. Let's go.

[REGISTER BEEPING]

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[ANNOUNCER SPEAKING

IN SPANISH OVER TV]

[ALL CHEERING]

[ALL CHEERING]

[ENGINE ACCELERATING]

[YELLING]

[HORNS HONKING

AND ALARMS BEEPING]

[FOOTSTEPS]

Do you really think I'm such an amateur

that I would not have someone with McEwen?

Someone to keep eyes on you?

Hm?

Twenty years in this business

teach you never to be too careful.

He is my secret weapon.

Now, heh, imagine my surprise...

...when Gordon showed me

what you sold to McEwen.

Not some fake softwares, as we discussed...

...but my plans, my designs.

The real EXR!

Stolen from my servers, stolen from me!

What's more, you sold it to McEwen

for 3 million euros.

But in these bags, there

is 27 million euros!

Which means you sold it to everyone!

This is my reputation.

This is my standing.

You've made me look like an amateur.

[BOTH GROAN]

Ah, that's what you get

when you hire a con man.

Thieving piece of sh*t.

GARRIGA:

How did you get the information? Hm?

And what did she have to do with it?

NICKY:

All right. Nothing. All right? Listen...

- Tell me. Hm?

- Hey...

[GRUNTING]

Hm? Tell me!

Leave her the f*ck alone! I'll tell you!

I have a guy.

[JESS INHALES]

He cracked your encryption.

He found a back door into your server.

It was actually pretty easy.

You should probably fire your IT guy.

No! You used my login. My password.

- Computer tries every possible combination.

- Bullshit!

This generates a new password

every 15 minutes.

It never leaves my sight.

- How did you get it?

- Who the f*ck cares, man? It's done.

Okay.

Tell me!

- I want to know how!

- Let her go!

- How, how, how?

- Let her go!

- How?

- All right. It was her!

It was her. All right? It was her!

It was her.

It was her.

But she didn't know.

She didn't know anything.

Okay.

Your security was tight.

It was tighter than I expected.

I thought I could break the key,

but I couldn't.

Then I saw Jess at the party.

And when I found out

that the two of you were together...

...I knew she was my in.

So I used her.

And I've been using her.

You see, there's a science

to getting people to trust you.

With women, it's all about emotion.

Connection.

That you feel the emotion...

...as strongly as they do.

They've been dreaming about that sh*t

ever since they were little girls.

With her, it was shared history.

A friendly face. Set her off balance.

Helps diffuse aggression.

You've lost so much weight!

NICKY:

Start discussing emotional sh*t.

They're disarmed.

Now they're open.

You know you got them...

...when they start

to unconsciously mimic you.

A head nod.

A hand gesture.

It means you're in sync.

Sociologists refer to it

as the Gauchais Reaction.

And then you move in for the k*ll.

You tell them how they've changed you.

I'm different, Jess.

Changed how you see the world.

Then you close.

A talisman.

A gift that says:

You've always been in my thoughts.

The necklace had a

wireless keylogger in it.

[SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

NICKY:

All I needed was for

her to enter your room.

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

Picked up on your keystrokes.

I logged in to your computer as you...

...and downloaded everything

about the EXR.

I'm sorry.

But it was not her fault.

She had no idea.

She got fooled.

So why don't we let her go?

And me and you can do

whatever the f*ck you need to do.

[CHUCKLES]

[LAUGHING]

[OWENS LAUGHING]

I think he's lost his mind.

What's funny?

GARRIGA:

More bullshit.

What is so funny?

GARRIGA:

More lies.

What the f*ck is so funny?

What's so funny?

Garriga's not my boyfriend.

- What?

- I hardly even know him.

She's just a race skank.

What's a race skank?

- But I saw you...

- No.

You saw what I wanted you to see.

You taught me that, remember?

She's been driving me crazy.

Hanging around, flirting, teasing.

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

- But I have a headache.

- Cramps.

That time of the month.

It's like a crime scene.

I have Scrabble in my room.

A headache.

A period. Right?

The world's longest period.

She's never even been in my room.

- What?

- We're so screwed.

[HIGH-PITCHED]

What the f*ck?

I was trying to...

What the f*ck, Jess?

I was trying to steal his watch.

- This watch?

- You're not still doing watches.

It's a Piaget Emperador.

It's worth 200 grand.

I'd been on him for a week.

I was waiting for my chance.

And then you showed up.

- You are so much better than watches, Jess.

- It's what I am good at and I like it.

Okay, no, no, no. When you came

to my hotel, he had roughed you up.

No. He had roughed me up.

She was stealing from him.

JESS:

He caught me charging

Garriga's credit line...

- ...and scared the sh*t out of me.

- This is really f*cking unbelievable.

NICKY:

You did all of this to make me jealous?

No. Some of it was payback

for New Orleans, but...

Yeah, to make you jealous.

I cannot believe you lied to me.

- You can't believe I lied?

- Can't believe it.

- You can't believe I lied?

- I can't believe it.

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

- That's what you wanna say to me?

- Yeah, because there's always a job.

- Be sure. I just tried to save your life.

By lying! Because you're

always lying, Nicky!

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

And now we're dead.

[SIGHS]

[EXHALES]

f*ck.

She's right.

You're right.

Heh. Here's the thing about lying.

Here's the problem:

f*ck up all your options.

Paints you into a corner.

What the f*ck you talking about?

You out of your mind?

And then you're forced

to do some really dumb sh*t.

- You wanna die?

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

And if I lie, I wanna lie

like normal people lie.

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

Do I look fat in these jeans?"

And I wanna say:

"No, sweetie. You look terrific.

You should wear those."

That's how I wanna lie.

But this...

If I'm done...

...I'm gonna tell the truth.

So, Mr. Garriga,

I'm gonna tell you the truth.

[LAUGHS]

And you are not gonna like it at all.

About a year ago,

I pick up the phone...

[g*nsh*t]

- What the f*ck are you doing?

JESS: Nicky?

OWENS:

I couldn't take another f*cking word.

You're next, honey.

- No! Are you crazy?

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

GARRIGA:

What the hell were you thinking? Huh?

f*ck you.

Now somebody's hurt.

You know what?

I have nothing to do with this.

JESS:

Look at me. Look at me. It's okay.

This is your mess.

You clean it up. And keep me out of it.

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

Please, please, stay with me.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

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

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

Nicky, look at me. Look at my eyes.

I love you, okay? I love you.

Please. Please, don't do this. Please.

Please.

I trust you.

[SOBBING]

You cannot leave me again.

Please, do not leave me again.

Please.

[YELLS]

What the f*ck?

You want him to f*cking die?

What kind of a piker are you,

for chrissakes?

Oh, sh*t! Didn't he tell you

I was on the inside?

Jesus.

You must be terrified.

It's gonna be okay.

He is not gonna die.

Do you hear me?

He is not gonna die.

Probably.

You see, you sh**t between the third

and the fourth rib...

...just about eleven o'clock

off the left nipple. Here.

- Hold pressure on that. Hold pressure on that.

- Okay.

That misses the heart

and the major arteries.

It does, however, puncture the lung.

Let me in.

There we go.

Is this Toledo Panic Button?

Oh, maybe you're not

such a piker after all.

Left untreated, you got about 10 minutes...

...before you drown in your own blood.

But you patch it up...

...you account for the cavity pressure.

JESS: Oh.

- Agh.

JESS: Oh, God.

OWENS:

And then...

There we are.

There we go.

There we go.

- There's my boy.

- Ah!

JESS: Oh, Jesus.

- There's my boy.

- Ah. Agh!

JESS: Are you okay?

- Oh, Jesus.

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

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

you pull the plunger again.

- Okay?

- Okay

Good Lord, I cannot believe

that you made me sh**t you.

And then for what? So that you can make

cow eyes at some race skank!

- She is not a race skank!

- I'm not a race skank!

You die with the lie, Mellow...

...and you still just might.

- f*ck you. Don't call me "Mellow."

OWENS: Jesus Christ.

You're his dad?

In the loosest f*cking possible terms.

I'm Bucky, by the way.

You know, I like you, honey.

You can take a punch. Ha-ha.

NICKY: God.

- And there it is.

Tell you what, you steal us a car,

and I'll gather up the money.

I can't steal a car.

OWENS: I've been working

for this prick Spaniard for three years...

...and he's got a guy at McEwen

and doesn't tell me?

What the hell ever happened to trust?

Are we almost there?

I bust my a*s to get you

that EXR crap and... Agh.

And then the girl walked in.

[GROANING]

Don't be an as*h*le.

That any way to talk to your father?

You're not my father.

You walked away.

[SIGHS]

I took you off the street.

Taught you my trade,

I taught you my passion.

Three generations of skills.

Ah. And in spite of all my earnest efforts,

in spite of all my hard work...

...you turned into a good person.

Well, I just...

Ah. Go figure.

[SIGHS]

And I left you on the street

for a good g*dd*mn reason.

- Because I was soft.

- Oh, that just shows what you know...

...you dumb son of a b*tch.

We had a good thing going.

And then one day...

...like seven years in, we're running

this poker deal in Boston...

...and a guy pulled a g*n.

f*cking g*n. GL*CK.

First time I'd ever seen one.

And I'm just paralyzed.

Heh.

And all I could think about was the kid.

That night I walked.

I never looked back.

Love'll get you k*lled in this racket.

No place for that sh*t here.

No happiness with that.

You know how they say

there's honor among thieves.

Well, you're no thief, Mellow.

You made your choice.

- So I'm taking the money.

- Mmm.

All of it.

- Mm-mm.

OWENS: Uh-huh.

[GROANS]

Well, that explains a lot.

Yeah, that's Dad.

- No.

- Yep.

[GROANS]

[KNOCKING ON GLASS]

See you at Christmas.

JESS:

One, two, ready?

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

- Mm.

- Okay, almost there.

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

We'll be fine.

How?

Trust me.

- Oh. I got you.

- Agh.

I got you.

[CHUCKLES]