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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.

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. - All in.

What separates the fish from the sharks?

-The good from the bad? Consistency. -How much?

16,500.

What you got, Buck?

The best live players, the killers 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.

Call.

- Eh... - Fold.

Shit.

Good call.

Seriously?

The hell? You, you're gonna call me with that hand?

Fuck, I had queens.

Ain't over.

Give me a red ten.

- River coming. - -Come on, come on, come on.

- Ten! - -But in any given hand, luck is always at play.

That's the beauty and the beast of this fucking game.

All that perfect planning can't account for...

That's a straight.

Nice river.

- I'll take it! - The river red.

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.

- Small, big. - Choke that bitch out!

- Andy, are you in? - Yeah, count me in.

Okay, family pot. Here's the flop...

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.

No shit.

Jack. Want any more?

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.

- It's Faizel's game, huh? - Yep.

-A lot of sharks over there. -But whales too.

- Great game. - Not really.

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.

Police! Freeze! All you shitbags, stop what you're doing...

Oh, my God. Fucking asshole...

Heard there was an illegal poker game going on in here.

Get a new bit, man.

Fuck.

Who the hell is that?

- Just LT, Jack. - What are you having?

Clyde, I told you to warn me

-if that fuckhead shows up. -I can hear you.

Always with the funny shit.

Almost gave me a damn heart attack.

When you gonna drop that zero and get with the hero?

Nice, LT.

You want a seat or not, jackass?

Nah, I just came here to mess with you.

Gimme ten.

Hey, no guns at the table.

No guns. What guns?

Small, big. Action on you, Buck.

- Fight on yet? - Nah.

-Only featherweights. -Who you got? I got 3k on Fletcher.

- Kid's been on fire lately. - -I got ten on the Bryce kid.

- How much is this bet? - You got it.

You bet the openers? Damn, Jack, you need help.

Fuck you, LT.

I mean, there's the bottom of the barrel,

then there's fuckin' under the barrel.

Y'all need anything?

Let me get a Miller Lite, please?

- You make a tequila sunrise? - Bear shit in the woods?

-Coach? -Bourbon. Straight up.

-All right. Water, babe? Sparkling? -Yeah. Thanks.

Me? Four hundred.

You bet the main card?

I've gambled Brown III plus 1,200.

- Fold. Fold. - I'll take some of that.

I might be interested as well.

Bet it your own damn selves, you fucking vultures. I like my action.

Just you and me?

I'm...

...all in.

- Call. - -I'm gonna need more chips for this.

- Two pair. - Damn. Now we got game.

Thanks. I see it.

Good start.

-Luck be a ladyboy tonight. -Taking a leak.

These featherweights, they can't fight for shit.

- I never got the first card. See? - They can't hit!

They're like a couple chickens with their heads cut off!

Fuck!

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.

Damn.

I swear, these guys take one real punch,

they go down in a heartbeat.

Shit, I can knock one of 'em out! I could!

- That would be a no. - 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? - Sure.

Eighteen-ouncers, if you like.

Ooh.

My whole stack says you can't knock me out in one punch.

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. - 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, shit. Hang on.

Shit!

- You right-handed? - Uh-huh.

- He only autographed the left one. - -Okay.

Hell yeah! Let's go!

Whoa!

- God. - The fuck, LT?

I coulda just opened the back.

-Clyde, get behind the bar. -Yes, boss.

-You ready? -You got it, bro.

Get loose, get loose, let me see that kill face.

- Yeah. Glove. - Yeah! Get mean!

- You see that? Yeah, that's it. That's it. Chance it.

-You got this. Guy's a dweeb. Look at him. -Right.

Might break your jaw if he hits it right.

But you'll stay up, probably.

You'll be fine. His amateur career was trash.

Never had the goods to go pro.

-Are you fuckin' 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.

Come on.

- Here you go. 1982, baby. - All right. All right.

-Okay. Sack of flour. -Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Fuckin' hit me. - All right.

Ready?

Hold up.

Ready?

Ding, ding.

He's down! He's out!

He's out!

River coming.

I call.

30K pot. Nice hit.

Yeah, it was.

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.

- Cat strolled into a whorehouse...

Get your hands above the fucking table!

- Nobody-- Sit your ass down! - Hey, hey, take it easy.

Take whatever you need. Not gonna be any trouble.

Well, thanks for your permission, papaw.

You broke my fucking nose, you asshole!

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 goddamn table! - -Up, up.

-Against the wall. -Don't dilly-dally.

All right, everybody, nice and slow.

Stand up and work your way against that wall over there.

That's it. Get the fuck up!

Slow! Hands up! I still want to see them hands.

All right, good. Now strip.

What?

You get your clothes off.

Okay, just don't-- don't shoot.

You. Come on.

- Back room. - Don't dilly-dally. Goddamnit!

-Get your goddamn clothes off! -Not the ladies, man.

- They're not hiding anything-- - What the fuck did you say to me?

- Andy. - Huh? Did I ask you to talk?

Just not the ladies, man, all right?

Fine.

- What in the hell? - What?

Turn around.

Come on.

All right. Now we're gonna play a game.

It's called "The first person that turns around, I shoot '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.

Andy!

That's a wake-up call.

Now get this through your thickhead.

You're stupid.

Say it.

- I'm stupid. - Say it again!

I'm stupid.

Now get up.

- Please-- - Zip it!

Sweetheart, you're going to get your boyfriend killed.

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!

Come on. That's all of it.

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.

- One. - I wanna hear a chorus!

Two, three,

four, five, six...

-Screw this shit! -...seven.

LT, what the hell are you doing?

- LT! - Ten, eleven.

- Yeah! Kiss my ass, motherfuckers!

You better run!

I got one of them. I know I did.

-Baby, I could feel that shit! -You dumbass!

What if somebody calls the cops?

What are they gonna do, arrest a sergeant?

Did you get plates?

No. Shit!

- Shit! - Now looky here.

-Check this out. -Jesus.

Put some clothes on or something, man.

What? You afraid you might like it?

-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.

-Fuck. -Yeah.

-Hey. You catch 'em? -Nope.

Got away. Look what I got.

Minus a couple hundred grand, but we got our phones.

Fuckin' Wyatt Earp here coulda gotten us killed.

-I'm out of here. See ya. -I'll see ya.

-They got all the money? -Every damn dollar.

That shit was crazy. I was sure we were dead.

That's enough fun for my lifetime.

Everybody fuck 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 fuckin' gut.

-What is wrong with you? -Baby, I just lost 30 grand.

That's everything that I had just won.

Scraped by all night, fuckin' literally knocked out,

ba-- battled back, and still, poof.

All gone. I mean, I hate this fuckin' game, man.

-Those motherfuckers. -Oh, you're pissed about the money?

-We almost got fucking killed. -They weren't gonna shoot us.

-What? -Jack's game is illegal as shit.

They know that he's not calling the cops unless they fuckin' shoot someone.

You can tell yourself whatever you want, Andy, but you almost got

-your fucking head blown off. -Maybe.

You know, at least we're alive. He had a gun to my fucking head too.

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?

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 fuck'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.

Shit. You're really at zero?

- I mean, I can't. I'm already behind on school payments and...

-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.

Fuckin' guy.

Probably never been so happy in his life.

He was playing like shit 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?

-Fuck, 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.

-I'll just be right back. -Thanks, baby.

Jack?

That kills!

Take it easy. Calm down. You're gonna be fine.

Yeah, you're gonna be fine. It's all over.

- Look. - We told you to take it easy.

That prick broke my fuckin' nose.

- And the stripin' down? What the fuck was that? - What do you mean

"What's with the stripping?" You didn't say anything about there being

a gun or a cop, now get...

Fuck!

- Just breathe! - You...

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.

- Breathe, all right? - -I didn't plan on anybody getting shot--

- Yeah, well, shit happens, don't it? - -I know, damn it.

- Let me think. Let me think. - You say you know.

You really fucked this up is what you did.

Just let me think, just let me think.

He's gonna bleed out!

Fuck, man!

-Oh, you got it. Thanks. -There you go. Yeah.

-Are you all right? -Huh? Yeah.

We're all good?

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--

-Fuck, man! Take me to a hospital! Please! -Towels.

Okay, okay, look at this.

-Okay. All right. -Fuck!

-All right. -Fuck!

-Just breathe. -Get me to a hospital!

Just put some pressure on it. All right? Now buck up.

- Buck up. - -Wendel, Wendel, give him some of these.

Now buck up. That's it. Buck up.

- 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?

Chew 'em, chew 'em all. Chew 'em all, come on.

-They hit ya real quick. Let's hold a little pressure on that. -Oh, fuck!

Fuck. Fuck!

It's all right. It's all right. Come on.

-Remember that time when you broke your arm? Huh? -Yeah.

-It hurt like shit? -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.

Come on. Yeah, yeah, we're gonna call an ambulance.

They're gonna come here and get you, get you stitches.

- 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 gunshot victim to the hospital

when he's got a cop's bullet 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...

-I'll give him some more Oxyies at least, okay? -Sure.

Hey, bud, I got you.

- Jack. - 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. -Fuck you.

- 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.

- Okay. - Yeah, I'll just--

just hang here till the ambulance shows.

Hurtin' pretty good, huh?

Oh, shit. 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.

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.

You know, I've never been shot before.

I told my old lady I had. But I just wanted to be--

- 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 bullet 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?

Hey, where's the money?

Yeah. Now then... kid, where is the fuckin' money?

-Come on, tell him. Tell him. -In the, in the bag.

In the bag on the stairs.

Where's the money, Jack?

I didn't take the fuckin' money.

Jack. All right.

-Now let's be cool. -You just be cool.

-We're just gonna lower our guns. -Are we now?

Or am I gonna blow off your face?

How about if I blow off your fuckin' face? You lower the gun first!

Count of three.

Together.

Count of three.

-Three. -Two.

One.

See there?

Ain't rocket science.

What do you keep looking for back there?

Jack robbed his own game.

What?

Check your bag.

Holy shit! Holy shit!

Two masked guys with guns? 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 fucking game.

And they both had guns to us. Fuck them.

They did not see me at all.

-And you believe that? -Yes.

Right.

-All right. There, there. -I see it.

That's me.

It's not American Idol, Wendel.

All right, slow it there.

-That rat bastard. -Yeah.

Me again?

Yes, Wendel. There you are.

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 shit right there.

- All right, so what? What now? What are you--

Oh, okay. We call somebody, huh?

- LT. Jack. - This cocksucker cut me off.

-How stupid you gotta be to cut off a cop at 3:00 a.m.? -You get that plate I sent?

Plate? Ho-- 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 ass till then.

-Sounds like fun. -Keep this quiet.

Will do.

Well, do it again, dipshit.

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.

Hold onto him!

-Goddamnit! -Damnit!

-Oh, shit! My nose. -Careful, careful, careful!

-Shit. -Uncle Lonnie.

God.

Pick up his feet. Oh, shit.

Goddamnit!

Believe in the result you desire.

Manifest that shit.

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.

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...

-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...

...guess I done a bad job.

Well, shit.

Amen.

Fill it in, Wendel.

All right then. Yeah. Yeah.

All right, stop.

Stop, stop, stop, stop. Stop.

How are the ribs feeling?

-They hurt like hell. -Yeah, well...

Get some ice on 'em. I'll call you after class.

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 shit 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?

Andy, what's up? Holy shit, 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.

You okay?

Julio told us about the robbery.

He came here right after.

Seven straight.

Damn.

Yeah. We're okay.

Just... sucked is all.

Scary shit.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

You wanna play?

No. Think I'm gonna just settle up with you.

- Game is good, though. - Hey, Vinny.

See?

Action starts here.

All right.

Fifteen.

Mm.

Fifteen.

Glad you still have it.

-Tomorrow's two weeks. -How could I forget?

Otherwise, I'd have to have Eric break your thumbs.

He's a very, very gentle guy.

Yeah.

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.

- Are you sure you don't wanna play?

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.

31% chance of hitting.

The pot is $1,375, facing a $900 bet.

Calling it.

Pot odds aren't there.

I fold.

You go on tilt due to overconfidence.

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.

Shit.

Overbet jam 100% of your range on this river

100% of the time especially if...

All in.

I call.

Nuts.

Cheese on a cracker!

Fuckin' rivered me again!

-Hot streak. -Yeah. No shit hot streak.

-Well, me done. -Hot streak, my ass.

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?

Andy? Babe, you home?

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.

Jack.

Hey, Chloe.

What the hell are you doing? You scared the shit out of me.

Well... we just need to have a little talk.

Yeah. We just need to have a little talk.

No, thanks.

Again?

Yeah. Yeah. All right, stay down. Stay down.

- What you wanna-- Jesus Christ! What are you--

-Now, calm down. -Back the fuck off!

Calm down, lady. Calm down!

-My finger! You broke my finger! -And I'll bash your fuckin' skull in

if you don't get the fuck out of my house!

Jack! Jack!

Come on, give me the bat.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Little sparkplug knocked herself out. You see that, Jack?

Yeah. Tie her up or something.

Yeah, yeah.

I cannot believe this shit.

You, you just worry about your nose, you whiny shit,

while I take care of everything else.

Hey, it's Chloe, leave a message.

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. Kill it on finals.

See you tonight.

Hey, Faizel.

-How you doing? -Good.

You runnin' tonight?

- Yes, indeed. - 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.

Good.

Same place.

Doors open at 7:00.

Starts at 8:00.

-Text me. -Okay.

I'll save you a spot.

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.

-You ever play golf? -Uh, putt-putt?

-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.

Shit.

-Can I get a buy out? -Yes, you can pay now if you want.

I have one shot left, gentlemen.

- Whoa! - Fuck!

I shoulda bet more.

Sit down.

Aren't you a little firecracker?

Think you're tough? Think you're tough?

Thanks.

This way.

Hey, Faizel.

Andy, good to see you.

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.

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 killing--

- 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 ass and taking names.

Nice. See you.

Jesus Christ.

- Hey, how's it going? - Yeah, good.

-Good to see you, man. -You too.

Hey, DeShawn. You all ready for playoffs?

You know, baseball's a business.

- I get paid whether I play or not.

-Okay. All right. -Toast to that.

Hey, man, let me ask you.

You ever try and get the runs up just to cover the spread?

I swear to God, sometimes it feels like y'all just score to fuck me over.

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.

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.

You hear that?

Yeah.

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.

-How's the nose? -Cute.

Smile.

-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? - -Oh,

- I might just have to teach you some manners. - Hey. Hey.

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-- - Shut your face.

Shut your face. Shut your face!

Shit.

All right.

When it gets dark, you take her back to my place.

- It's more remote. I got an idea. - 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?

Yeah, I'ma...

-Half. -I can't give you half.

Well, then I can't do shit now, can I?

Wendel, if I don't have my full share

before Monday, I'm dead.

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?

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? - Fuck you.

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.

- Dealer button in the one seat. - -Black, red?

- How much? - 100. One and done.

-Black. -All right, book it.

Fold.

Fold.

Fold.

- 1,200. - I gotta see the flop.

- There we go! Black, baby! - 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. - I love it.

You just flipped for 100k?

That's how you get the ball rollin'.

I like you.

- Small, big. - Hey, Shiv? Hey, you wanna go?

I don't gamble, I play poker.

My man, you will gamble tonight. I promise you that.

Stop it.

I can tell you're staring at me.

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?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey.

-What the hell? -Jack robbed his own game

with the guy with the shotgun in there.

Goddamn son of a bitch.

-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 fuckin' move! -I remember you.

Bikini panties.

I remember you too.

You're the asshole 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 killed my Uncle Lonnie, you son of a bitch. -That's right, I did.

What are you gonna do, shoot a cop?

All right.

You're dead. Goddamnit!

Get up.

Get up!

Forty-five.

Sometimes everything gets there on the river.

You have no blockers and zero read.

- Fold. - Be patient. Wait for your spots.

Patience will always win out in the end.

-Jack. -Hey, Stan.

They know you're coming?

Faizel asked me to stop by.

I'll let him know you're here.

-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.

- Daddy's out of here. - Fold.

Check.

I call.

Trips.

That's an easy fold, man. He's always gonna have trips there.

Yeah.

Mm-mm.

LT.

LT, the tape!

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.

Yeah, that's it. That's it.

Oh, my God!

Small, big.

All in.

Full house.

Fuck.

-Oh, Goddamnit! -Shit!

Oh, come on!

- Well, shuffle machine's fucked. - Kelly, turn it off. Quick.

Those things cost.

Sorry, man. Accident.

Shiv.

-That's real pro level, man. -That's my bag.

Whoo! Jack!

Goddamnit! He's gonna be here in a minute.

Do I need to tape your ass to that chair?

Huh? You gonna be good?

Look at them angry little eyes.

Just be quiet.

You don't gotta pee, do you?

Oh, fuckin' 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 gun?

Yeah, but, Wendel, you killed a cop, so...

- 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 cockfighting 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 kill one of their own... -Yeah?

Cops are like the mafia.

They don't arrest you and wait for a trial or any of that shit.

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.

I know what you're doing. You're snake-charming.

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 goddamn mouth! That's what I'd do.

Women! You dig your fuckin' 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.

- 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--

- Andy. - I'll call you back.

-Jack. -On a nice little run in there.

- Haven't hit like that in a minute.

How's the nose?

Everybody keeps askin'. Almost like they care.

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.

You'll, um, probably wanna get that.

What-- All right.

- Put Chloe on now. - Jack. Hey, listen--

- Now, dammit! - Did you get the money?

- Yo. - What's that?

- All good here? - Yeah.

- Right as rain. - Jack.

Goddamnit!

Listen to me, you asshole.

I know you stole my fucking money.

And you know exactly why I'm fuckin' here.

-Jack, I, I-- -It has been a shitty day,

so do not fuck with me.

Because I damn sure will pull this trigger.

Now watch your phone.

All right. Go on, tell him!

Andy, they say they're gonna kill me if you don't do what Jack says.

Better do what Jack says. There you go.

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 fucking 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 ass 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 fucking quarry.

Now... you know the hand you've got.

Go play it.

I got it.

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 shit, wipe yourself off

and take their fucking money.

Small, big.

Check.

Three ways to the turn.

Check.

River coming.

Miracles can happen,

but you gotta have the balls.

How much is that?

Twenty-five.

Call.

Fuck!

Shit, man. Nice call.

Playing like shit. 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?

Nice, kid. Right back in there.

Man, I don't know if I bought enough for this action.

Three handed.

Call.

Raise.

Call.

Check.

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.

Dumb check. - Holy shit!

You crazy motherfucker!

You checked that boat?

Nice check.

No way!

Holy shit!

Aces, full of Jacks.

-Boats versus boats. -Sick hand.

Fold.

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--

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.

Midnight.

You gotta post, man.

- All right there, big guy? - Small, big.

Okay.

Stop starin' at me.

Call.

How much?

Forty-six.

All right. Fold.

Fold. River coming.

Shit.

All in.

What's the count?

216,000.

Fuck 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," motherfucker!

- Oof. - Nice bluff, man. Had me fooled.

No fuckin' way.

Half a million bucks with ten high?

- You are crazy. - -This game is wild, man.

Fuck me...

There's no way.

There's no fucking way.

- He cheated. - 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. - -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 fucking 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 fuckin' shuffle machine, too.

- 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.

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.

Small, big.

- Want me to walk you out? - 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 motherfucker!

-Now what? -My place. You drive.

-What about Chloe? -She's fine.

Textin' my guy now.

Home stretch, hotshot.

Don't do anything stupid.

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.

-I'm so sorry. -Are you okay?

Am I okay?

- I'm gonna kill you. - Go.

- Get this shit off me. - It's all there, Wendel.

Oh, shit! 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.

- We're gonna be okay. - 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 fuck this up now.

-Don't point that gun on me. -What the hell happened to this game?

Mm?

Well, well, well, Jackie.

I guess this is what we call a Mexican standoff.

Well, don't mind me.

Just keep your guns 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.

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 fuck.

Good luck, gentlemen.

Uhh, I hope you know that 160k's comin' outta your half.

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 guns and talk about this.

All right, all right. You first.

Go on.

Let's just lower them together.

- No. - Count of three, remember?

Three.

Two.

One.

LT?

My...

Fuck.

I am done with this fucking game!

Fuck. Oh, my God.

I've heard that before.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Yeah.

Yeah.

That is a...

...lot of money, isn't it?

Yeah.