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Sam: When you love someone,
you've gotta trust them.

There's no other way.

You've got to give them the
key to everything that's yours.

Otherwise, what's the point?

And, for a while, I believed
that's the kind orove I had.

Sam: Before I ever ran a
casino, or got myself blown up,

ace rothstein was a hell of a
handicapper, I can tell you that.

I was so good
that whenever! Bet,

I could change the odds for
every bookmaker in the country.

I had it down so cold that I
was given paradise on earth.

I was given one of the biggest
casinos in Las Vegas to run,

the tangiers,

by the only kind of guys that can
actually get you that kind of money,

$62, 700, 000.

I don't know all the details.

Nicky: Nobody knew all the
details, but it should have been perfect.

I mean,
he had me, Nicky santoro,

his best friend,
watching his ass

and he had, ginger, the
woman he loved, on his arm.

But in the end,
we fucked it all up.

It should've been so sweet, too.

But it turned out to be the
last time that street guys like us

were ever given anything
that fucking valuable again.

Sam: At that time, Vegas was a
place where millions of suckers

flew in every year
on their own nickel

and left behind
about a billion dollars.

But at night, you couldn't see the
desert that surrounds Las Vegas.

But it's in the desert

where lots of the town's
problems are solved.

Nicky: Got a lot of holes
in the desert

and a lot of problems are
buried in those holes.

Except you gotta do it right.

You gotta have
the hole already dug

before you show
up with a package.

Otherwise, you're talking about

a half hour or
45 minutes of digging.

And who knows
who's gonna be coming along?

Before you know it, you
gotta dig a few more holes.

You could be there
all fucking night.

Sam: Who could resist?

Anywhere else in the country
I was a bookie, a gambler,

always looking over my shoulder,

hassled by cops, day and night.

But here, I'm Mr. Rothstein.

I'm not only legitimate
but running a casino

and that's like selling
people dreams for cash.

I hired an old casino pal,
Billy sherbert,

as my manager
and I went to work.

And this is Ronnie who
takes care of the card room.

Sa m: For guys like me, las
Vegas washes away your sins.

It's like a morality car wash.

It does for us what lourdes
does for humpbacks and cripples.

And along with making us legit

comes cash, tons of it.

What do you think we're doing
in the middle of the desert?

It's all this money.

This is the end result of all the
bright lights and the comp trips,

of all the champagne
and free hotel suites

and all the broads
and all the booze.

It's all been arranged just
for us to get your money.

That's the truth
about Las Vegas.

We 're the only winners.

The players
don't stand a chance.

And their cash
flows from the tables

to our boxes, through the cage

and into the most sacred room
in the casino.

The place where they
add up all the money,

the holy of holies,
the count room.

Now, this place was off-limits,

even I couldn't get inside,
but it was my job

to keep it filled with cash,
that's for sure.

Nicky: They had so much
fucking money in there

you could build
a house out of $100 bills.

And the best part was
that the board of directors

didn't know what was going on.

I mean, to them everything
looked on the up-and-up.

Right? Wrong.

Verify $5,000.

Nicky: The guys inside
the counting room

were all slipped in there
to skim the joint dry.

They'd do short counts,
they'd lose fill slips.

They'd even take cash
right out of the drop boxes.

And it was up to this guy here,

standing in front
of about $2 million,

to skim the cash off the top
without anybody getting wise,

the IRS or anybody.

Notice how in the count room
nobody ever seems to see anything.

Somebody's always
looking the other way.

Look at these guys.
They look busy, right?

They're counting money.

Who wants to bother them?

God forbid, they should make
a mistake and forget to steal.

Meanwhile,
you're in and you're out.

Past the jag-off guard who
gets an extra c-note a week

just to watch the door.

I mean, it's routine,
business as usual.

In, out, hello, goodbye.

That's all there is to it.

Just another fat fuck walking
out of the casino with a suitcase.

That suitcase was going
straight to one place,

right to Kansas City,

which was as close to Las Vegas

as the midwest bosses could go

without getting arrested.

That suitcase was all
the bosses ever wanted

and they wanted it every month.

Now, this old mormon fuck here,

he had to fly in with suitcases
once a month, nice and easy.

Something smells good.

They made us something to eat.

Nicky: The bosses came from
all over the place,

Detroit, Cleveland, Milwaukee,

all over the midwest.

And they would meet in this
produce market in Kansas City.

I mean, nobody even knew it.

One of the guys made his
mother do all the cooking.

You ever see
that Jerry steriano?

Nicky: Now, these old greaseballs
might not look it, but believe me,

these are the guys who
secretly control Las Vegas.

Woman:
Mama, that man's here again.

Nicky: Because they control
the teamsters union

and that's where you had to go

if you wanted to borrow
money to buy a casino.

Nobody got a teamsters' loan
unless the guys in this room

knew they were gonna get
their little suitcases.

Guys like this antique
over here, out of Detroit.

Or especially guys like remo
gaggi, the outfit's top boss.

You got a round figure on it?

Nicky: The most important
guy in this room.

John: About 20 pounds. So?

That's around $700,000.

Remo: Uh-huh. Good.

Stone: I know it's a little
early for Las Vegas,

but I want to welcome the ladies

and gentlemen of
the gaming industry...

Sam: As far as
the world was concerned,

Andy stone, the head of
the teamsters' pension fund,

was a legitimate guy.

A powerful man.

He even played golf
with the president.

Andy: On behalf of the teamsters'
pension fund, it's my pleasure...

Sa m: But Andy also took orders.

And when he was told to give
a loan to Philip green...

For $62,700,000
for the new tangiers.

Sam: He did what he was told.

Nicky: Here was
the perfect front man.

What else could he be?

He didn't want to know too much,

especially that the bosses made
the teamsters lend him the money.

He believed
the teamsters gave him

that money 'cause he was smart.

I know full well how much
competition we have in this great city.

Nicky: And where they
got green from?

Who the fuck knows?

All I know is that green
was a real estate hustler,

who barely had enough gas money

to pick up his
own fucking check.

And it was the bosses' man,
Andy stone, who gave all the orders,

not the chairman of
the board Philip green.

I understand. I understand.

Nicky: Now they needed somebody
they could trust to run the casino.

And who better than ace?

He was already in
Vegas a couple years

and he had
the fucking place clocked.

But typical ace, give him
a shot at running a casino

and he tries
to talk you out of it.

I don't know if I could do this.

The gaming commission
would never give me a license.

I have two dozen gambling
and bookmaking pinches on me.

You don't have to have a
license to work in a casino.

All you gotta do
is apply for one.

State law says you
can work in a casino

while they're
processing your application.

They got a 10-year backlog.

And when they do find out?

Why would they want to find out?

We're putting $100
million into this desert.

Why lock us out?

Besides, they'll never find out.

Just keep
changing your job title.

Like, from casino executive to
food and beverage chairman.

They take your application,
they put it at the bottom of the pile.

I know guys been working there
for 30 years don't have a license.

It's a tough proposition, Andy.

If I did it,
I'd have to run it my way.

You got it.

I'm serious, no interference.

Nobody's gonna interfere
with you running the casino.

I guarantee it.

Everybody start to sing la-di-da

Nicky: And that's how they
gotace to take over.

They wanted him because ace
ate, slept and breathed gambling.

Nicky: They worked out
a real cute job title, too,

tangiers public
relations director.

But the only thing he ever
directed was the casino.

He made his first bet when he
was 15 and he always made money.

But he didn't
bet like you or me,

having some fun with it,
shit like that.

Where the hell did
you learn how to deal?

Nicky: He bet like
a fucking brain surgeon.

Sam: Place the checks properly.

That's the way you do it.

Nicky:
He had to know everything.

He 'd find out the inside
stuff nobody else knew

and that's what
he'd put his money on.

Even back home, years ago, when
we were first hanging out together,

he'd know if
the quarterback was on coke...

I'll take Columbia for 20.

If his
girlfriend was knocked up.

He 'd get the wind velocity, so
he could judge the field goals.

He even figured out
the different bounce you got

off different kinds of wood they
used on college basketball courts.

He 'd work on this
shit day and night.

There was nothing about
a game he didn't know.

Ace got down at six.
Get me down at six.

Nicky: Season after season, the
prick was the only winner I ever knew,

but he was so
serious about it all,

I don't think he
ever enjoyed himself.

But that's just the way he was.

But back then,
the bosses didn't give a fuck

about if he enjoyed himself
or not

to them, he was a cash register.

All they had to do was
ring the bell and take money.

Especially remo, who was
a fucking degenerate gambler

who always lost.

All those fucking sweeps.

Nicky: I mean,
unless ace made his bets.

Enough now!

Nicky: Ace made more
money for them on a weekend

than I could do
heisting joints for a month.

Whatever ace picked up
on the street, he told remo.

I mean,
fixed fights, doped horses,

crooked fucking zebras,
locked-in point spreads.

He told fucking remo everything.

And to tell you the truth,
I don't blame him.

Keeping remo happy with money

was the greatest
insurance policy in the world.

Son of a bitch!

How the hell
did you get Oklahoma-Michigan?

Nobody ever had that.

How the hell did you do it?

That's why they paid so well.

You see? He never
tells me nothing.

Ace, what do we
got on for next week?

Well, it's a little too early. I'd
say Thursday would be good.

Is that all right?

Okay. You come by
the house? I'll come by.

At 7:00.7:00.

Good job, my boy.
Keep it up, okay, ace?

Remo: Hey, Nicky.

I'll be right out.

Nicky, see that guy?

Keep a good eye on him.

He's making
a lot of money for us

and he's gonna continue
making a lot of money for us,

so keep a good eye on him.

Not like the fucking feds
out there, without brains.

Okay? All right.

Want me to take this?

Nicky: Now,
on top of everything else,

I gotta make sure nobody
fucks with the golden Jew.

Chase, couple of
shooters for the ladies.

Sam: Yeah, we made a great pair.

I made book and Nicky
made sure we always collected.

The old men loved us,
and why not?

They all made money with us.

How did Nicky collect?
Don't ask.

Where the fuck is the money?

Hi, Melissa, Heidi. Hi, Sam.

Who's this guy?

Itwas nine. I laid nine.

It was eight.

Ace, tell him
the line on the bear game.

Eight.

If he don't know, nobody knows.

Told you it was eight.

How come I laid nine?

'Cause you're a jag-off.

Excuse me.

What? Is this yours?

Yeah, that's my pen. Why?

It's a nice pen.
I didn't know whose it was.

I didn't want it to get lost.

Well, thank you.
Why don't you take that pen

and shove it up your ass,
fucking jag-off?

I was just... fucking asshole.

Man: Look out, Joe.

What's that? You hear
a little girl, Frankie?

Hear a little girl, ace?
Is that a little girl?

What happened to
the fucking tough guy

told my friend to stick it
up his fucking ass?

Nicky, take it easy. Nicky.

Sa m: While I was trying to figure
out why the guy was saying this,

Nicky just hit him.

No matter how big a guy was,
Nicky would take him on.

You beat Nicky with fists,
he comes back with a bat.

You beat him with a knife,
he comes back with a gun.

And if you beat him with
a gun, you better kill him,

because he'll keep coming back
and back until one of you is dead.

Nicky: Listen,
with me protecting ace,

he made
a fortune for the bosses.

I mean,
that's what got him to Vegas.

He was a money machine.

A tremendous
earner for these guys.

As soon as he took over,
he doubled the fucking drop.

With ace, the casino
never saw so much money.

And the bosses,
they couldn't be happier.

I got seven hundred dollars

and don't you mess with me

but you know I'm here

everybody knows I'm here

Sam: In Vegas, I had to keep a
few juiced-in local cowboys working.

They were close to the,
you know, good old boys.

Without us, these guys, they'd
still be shoveling mule shit.

Sam: You gotta keep
a cleaner station.

If you need Mr. Clean,
page him, all right?

Won't happen again, Sam.

Mr. Rothstein.

Won't happen again,
Mr. Rothstein.

Is this guy just
a dumb fucking white man?

What's the story?

You need him.

I can't get rid of him?

He's the county
commissioner's cousin.

Sam: Iwouldn't give
the burn a mop job.

Sam: I had no choice,
I had to take care of them.

These yokels ran the state.

They passed the laws,
they owned the courts.

Hey, I need a room.
Good to see you.

Sam: I had dozens of politicians
and officials in that place every week.

Sam: Get the senator
whatever he wants.

Sam: Why not make them happy?

The presidential suite.

Sa m: For politicians like
our state senator up there,

everything was on the house.

These guys won their comp
life when they got elected,

so why not take advantage of it?

Still, the politicians came
cheap, we could handle them.

It's a whale like k. K. Ichikawa

who plays $30,000
a hand in baccarat,

that's the one you gotta watch.

He plays fast and big,
and he has the cash

and the credit
to turn out your lights.

A year ago, he cleaned out a couple
of casinos in the Cayman Islands.

Downstairs he takes us
for $2 million

and upstairs he takes free
soap, shampoo and towels.

A billionaire cheapskate
who loved his free rooms,

free private jets
and $2 million of our money.

But we got him back.

I had our pilot tell him
the plane was on the Fritz.

Billy:
I don't know what went wrong.

I'm awfully sorry.
I can't understand it.

These mechanical things happen.

Hey, but better
here than up there.

Sa m: He missed the
commercial flights to Japan.

I can't believe it...

Ichikawa: What can I do?

Sam: We got him back with a
whole floor of rooms to himself.

Sam: I am sorry.

Ichikawa:
Maybe, you get my money back.

No, no gambling.

Sam: And once he was back,
he played small.

He bet $1,000 a hand instead
of his usual $30, 000 a hand.

Dealer: To the bank with
a natural eight over a five.

Sam: But I knew the trick
with whales like ichikawa

was that they can't
bet small for long.

He didn't think of
it as winning $10,000,

he thought of it
as losing $90, 000.

So he upped his bets.

Until he dropped
his winnings back

and gave up $1 million
of his own cash.

In a casino, the cardinal
rule is to keep them

playing and keep
them coming back.

The longer they play,
the more they lose.

In the end, we get it all.

God damn it

trying to make it
real compared to what?

Sock it to me

Sam: In Vegas, everybody's
gotta watch everybody else.

Dealer: Six.
Who's gonna give me that?

Sam: Since the players are
looking to beat the casino,

the dealers are
watching the players.

Six!

Dealer: Make the six.

Sam: The boxmen are
watching the dealers.

The floormen are
watching the boxmen.

The pit bosses are
watching the floormen.

The shift bosses
are watching the pit bosses.

The casino manager
is watching the shift bosses.

I'm watching the casino manager.

And the eye in the sky
is watching us all.

Plus, we had a dozen guys up
there, most of them ex-cheats,

who knew every
trick in the house.

Trying to make
it real compared to what?

Yes! Thank you. Very nice.

I told you I was hot tonight.

Dealer: Looking good.

Man:
Let's go, this is for ginger.

Player: Let me have $100
on the hard 10.

Thank you.

Hard 10.

Here we go now.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Sorry, the dice.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Ginger: Thank you, sir.

You were great.

Take care, Steve.
Take chances, drive fast.

Thank you very much.

Ginger,
honey, this is for you, love.

Thanks for your time.

Come on.

What's the matter?

I made a lot of money
for you, I want my cut.

I've seen you stealing from me.

Look at the stack of chips.

I want my half.

I was watching you all night.

I want my money.

Your bag is full of chips.

I didn't steal
anything from you.

Man: Get lost, ginger. Get lost!

Ginger: Get lost? Man: Yes.

Well, how about that?

Man: Come on!

Slippin' and a
slidin', peepin' and a hidin'

been told a long time ago

I've been told
baby you've been bold

I won't be no fool no more

Baby

oh, baby

my sweet baby

you're the one

Sam: What a move.
I fell in love right there.

But in Vegas, for a girl like
ginger, love costs money.

What's different about her

I don't really know

I'm gonna go powder my nose.

No matter how I try

I just can't make her cry

Sam: Ginger's mission
in life was money.

I'll be right back.

Okay, thanks for asking.

Sam: She was a queen
around the casino.

She brought in high rollers and
helped them spend a lot of money.

Hello.

Hey, ginger, how you doing?

Ginger: Great.
I have something for you.

You got me covered?

And you do. Thank you very much.

Valet: Take care.

I got some lucky pills for you.

Man: Yeah.

Sa m: Who didn't want ginger?
She was one of the best known,

bestfiked and most
respected hustlers in town.

She could keep a guy
awake for two or three days

before sending him home broke

to the little woman
and his bank examiners.

Any change?

Oh, I hit a few games
on the way back.

Sa m: That was all bullshit,
she just pocketed the cash.

How you doing tonight?
Cashier: Good.

Beat. How are you?

Sam: Ginger had
the hustlers' code.

Ginger: Take one for you.

Cashier: Thank you.

Sam: She knew how to
take care of people

and that's what
Vegas is all about.

Cashier: $6,800.

Ginger: Thanks.

Sa m: It's kickback city.

Have a good night.
Thank you. You, too.

Sam: She took care of
the dealers, pit bosses...

Ginger: Hey, Mitch.

Sa m: Floor managers,
but mostly,

she took care of
the valet Parkers.

The guys who could get you
anything and take care of anything.

Ginger took care of the Parkers

because they took care of
the security guards,

who took care of the cops,
who let her operate.

I need that stuff tonight.

Valet: No problem.

You are a doll.

Sam: The valet parking job
was such a money-maker,

they had to pay off the hotel
manager just to get the concession.

But one thing
I could never understand

was that she could have
everything under control

except for her old pimp
boyfriend, Lester diamond.

Gin, you know I got other
people in this, I got partners.

I want you to understand

that I am looking out for you
in this thing. Okay?

You're gonna get yours back and
you're gonna get back first. Okay?

All right, yeah.

Where you going?

Where are you?
You're in that place.

I'm here. No, you're not.

Where are you? Where are you?

I'm always here for you.

You're my woman. I know.

Sam: The gingerl knew
wouldn't even look at this creep.

Yeah. Good luck.

Sam: He was a moocher,
a card cheat,

a country club golf hustler,
a scumbag,

chasing dentists
for a few bucks.

Careful.

Sam: The guy was always broke,
he always had a story,

and she could
never turn him down.

The way ginger saw it was that
Lester was just an unlucky guy.

Somebody had to
take care of him.

But nobody had to
take care of Nicky.

If you find any cash,
we'll whack it up with you.

Sam: He took care of
himself only too well.

That's why every badge
back home wanted to nail him.

Jennifer: I folded these
things beautifully

and I would
appreciate a little respect.

Jesus Christ. Don't look at
me, pal, I gotta live with her.

Sam: Even after a vacation,
they hassled him at the airport.

Frank Marino was there to
meet him but so were the cops.

This time they wanted him for
some diamond burglary in antwerp.

They were ready to
blame him for anything.

Put your things away.

Sam: They were usually right.

Hold it.

Sa m: Nicky enjoyed
being a gangster

and he didn't give
a damn who knew it.

Jennifer: Come on.
There we go. Look. Beautiful!

Sam: That's what worried me
'cause it turns out

Nicky was about to
be sent to Vegas.

Right, we're clear.
There's more.

I think that's it. There's more.

Nicky: There's a couple
stuck in there.

I'm telling you, they're out!
Come on.

Don't get so defensive, it
could be stuck in your hair.

Nicky: Oh, there aren't?

What's that, huh? What's that?

There's no more. Thanks, hon.

Nicky: I couldn't wait to
get my hands on Vegas.

But the bosses didn't send
me there to have a good time.

They sent me to make sure
that nobody fucked with ace

and nobody interfered
with the fucking skim.

Sam: Hey.

How you doing?

Hey, Sammy.

Boy, look at this place,
huh? All right. Incredible.

Sam: Welcome to Vegas. Something,
huh? Nicky: Okay, Sammy. Yeah.

Ginger.

Holy shit.
What you been doing out here?

Sam: Honey, come here.

This is Jennifer and Nick,
dear friends of mine.

Hi, Jennifer. A pleasure.

Pleased to meet you.

Okay, Sammy.

Sa m: After we ate, we left
Jennifer and ginger alone

and we took a ride to talk.

And then he hit me with it.

What do you think
about me moving out here?

You got a problem with that?

Of course not.

You mean,
I have your permission?

Sure, you have my permission but
I gotta tell you, it's no joke out here.

You gotta keep a low profile.

It's not like back home.

They don't like guys like us.

And this
sheriff's a real cowboy.

Even the coppers
Bury people out in the desert.

Nicky: I don't care.

I wanna get away from back home.

I'm tired of that
shit back there.

Look at this place,
it's made of money.

You know the best part?

Nobody's gonna
know what we're doing.

There's nobody here to see us.

Nick, I got pinched
twice for no reason.

You really gotta be careful.

I'm running a licensed place,
everything's legit.

Don't worry about it.

I'm not gonna do anything.

I'm especially not gonna
involve you in anything.

Nicky: Ace saw Vegas one way.

You tell this guy I'm coming?

Frank: Course.

Nicky: But I saw it another.
I saw it as untouched.

They had bookies, pimps, and
drug dealers I could shake down.

Who the fuck were
they gonna run to?

So I started
getting everybody in line.

Best of all, for
the first time in my life,

I figured out a way not to lose.

Sam: Yeah,
he had a foolproof scheme.

It wasn't very
scientific but it worked.

When he won,
he collected, when he lost,

he told the bookies
to fuck themselves.

What were they
gonna do, muscle Nicky?

Nicky was the muscle.

Tony. How you doing?

Hey. How you doing?

Good. You got that thing for me?

What thing?

Oh, Nicky,
I thought you was laying.

I was laying?
No, no, I'm taking.

I was taking.

You sure? I'm positive.

I'm a little confused.

You're a little confused?

Maybe if I stick
your fucking face

through this window,
you'll get unconfused.

Give me the money.

Sorry. I didn't mean
anything by it.

Yeah.
That's why you had it ready.

My fucking head.

Fucking head, huh? Smarten up.

Nicky: Don't fuck around, Tony.

Now Nicholas santoro will
tell us about our first president.

George Washington was born...

Sam: But still, it was nice
and quiet for a while.

Ginger and I
presented Nicky and Jennifer

all over town like
regular ozzie and harriets.

Coach: Beautiful swing.

Nicky: Ace got my son, little
Nicky, involved in little league.

Turned out one of
the other coaches

was a fucking
Metro intelligence cop.

But it didn't matter,
it was all about the kids.

Coach: He's gotta realize
everything can't be a home run.

That's exactly what I tell him.

But that's
the kind of kid he is.

Sam: And Nicky, being Nicky,
he made his presence known.

Especially at the casino,
where he definitely did not work,

people got the message.

Nicky: That's why
the bosses sent me out here.

They wanted me to make sure
nobody robbed the joint.

Like these two
fucking balloon heads.

They were gonna try to bang
us out of 200 fucking grand.

Yeah, right, I'm sure.

How are you?
What are you doing here?

I'm over here now.

Over here?

Yeah, with them.

We're waiting on carmine.

Yeah, we're looking for carmine.

He was here before.

He had a suitcase
and then he left.

Carmine left?

Carmine left?

He's gone?

He's not here?

Carmine's out?

I think maybe he went across
the street or somewhere.

Well, listen,
good luck with the joint.

Thanks, eddy.

Yeah. Lots of luck.

Good luck to you, too.

Cashier: They forgot to
sign their papers.

Yeah, they don't
need those anymore.

Sam: Out of respect, guys
from other crews got a warning.

Everybody else, watch out.

Like these yokels here, who
never heard of Nicky or the bosses,

'cause they're the morons
who give you the most trouble.

Even after we catch them,

they try sneaking back with
beards and wigs and fake noses.

You can spot these assholes
by watching the way they bet.

Like this guy,
he's betting lavender chips

at $500 each with
only one little problem,

he's always guessed right.

If he wasn't so fucking greedy,

he'd have been tougher to spot.

But in the end,
they're all greedy.

I got a feeling about the future

and it ain't too good,
I know that

Sam: I saw that the dealer
was weak but he wasn't in on it.

He just wasn't
protecting his hand.

He was lifting his
hole card way too high.

Here's this guy
reading the dealer's hole card

and signaling his
buddy at this table.

Sam: That's just what
these hustlers look for.

They cruise the casinos
looking for weak dealers

the way lions
look for weak antelope.

Operator, this is Mr. R.

Get me Armstrong and Friday
at pit 2 right away.

Bj 19, second base, the beard.

Operator, I need
Mr. Happy. Loud.

Waitresses:
Happy birthday to you

happy birthday to you

happy birthday, dear Jack

happy birthday to you

Guard: Man down!

Guard: Go get medical.

We got a cardiac arrest here.

He's fine, folks.

Just give us some room, please.

Watch yourselves.

Sam: They never know what hit
them and if and when they do find out

that they got
zapped by a cattle prod,

they wish they really
did have a heart attack.

Turns out this guy and his pals

were knocking this
place dead for years.

He's got a wire.
What are you doing?

Guard #1: There it is.
Guard #2: That's it.

Guard #3: Cheater's justice.
Hustler #1: Oh, god!

Hustler #1: Please, no, no. No!

Sam: I wanted everybody to know
that things were changed around here.

We had to make an example of
these pricks that the party was over.

I'm curious. I saw you shuffling
your checks with your right hand.

Can you do that with both hands?

You can't? No, sir.

Can you do it
with your left hand?

I never tried.

So, you're a righty?

Yeah.

God!

Now, you're gonna have
to learn with your left hand.

It's $100,000,
$110,000, I think.

Yes, it is. Yes.

Okay.

Hiya. That's a lot of money
to be counting out in public.

Yeah.

Why don't I take him to
the office and verify it?

A little privacy.

And by the way, send over
a nice bottle of champagne.

Cashier: Sure will.
Real special.

I'm Billy sherbert,
casino manager.

Having a good time? Yes.

You'll want to count
the money in privacy...

Hustler #2: I have a plane to
catch to Cleveland.

Can I get my winnings?

Look what they
did to my hand, man.

I'm gonna give you a choice.

You can have the money and the
hammer, or you can walk out of here.

You can't have both.

What do you want?
I want out of here.

And tell your friends what
happens if they fuck around here.

I'm sorry, I made a bad mistake.

Fucking right, you did.

If we catch either
one of you again,

we'll break your heads and
you won't walk out of here.

You don't fuck around
in this place, you got it?

Get out of here.

Thank you.

Throw him in the alley and
tell the cops he got hit by a car.

Sam: In no time,
everything was set in place.

We got rid of the freelance
scamsters, the pro was way up,

the gods were happy,
as happy as they can ever be,

and I decided to
complicate my life.

For a guy who likes sure things,

I was about to bet the rest
of my life on a long shot.

We're not getting any younger.

Don't you think it's time?

Aren't you getting
tired of all this shit?

Hustling around?

Are you trying to handicap me?

I'm gonna do you one better.

I'm trying to marry you.

You wanna marry me?

I'm serious.

I wanna settle down,
I want a family.

You got the wrong girl, Sam.

I'd be a good father,
you'd be a good mother.

You don't know me. You've
known me two, three months.

What do you know?

I'm 43 years old.
I don't want to wait.

I know you well enough to know

that I really
love you very much.

And I can't think of anybody
better to be with

and I don't feel
like waiting anymore.

You know a lot of happily married
people, Sam? 'Cause, I don't.

Yeah, I know all that.

I care about you,

but I just don't have those
kind of feelings for you.

I'm sorry.
I'm not in love with you.

Understand?

I'm sorry.

No, I...

I mean, that can grow,

as long as there's a mutual
respect, that kind of thing can grow.

I'm realistic.
I can accept that.

What is love anyway?

It's a mutual respect,
it's a devotion,

it's a caring from
one person to another.

And if we could set up
some kind of foundation

based on that mutual respect,

I feel eventually you would
care enough about me

that I could live with that.

If it doesn't work out, doesn't
play out, then what happens to me?

You know, I'm doing well now,
and I'm gonna do even better,

so whatever happens,

if it doesn't
work out between us,

I'll make sure you're okay
for the rest of your life.

And if there are kids,
especially,

I'll take care of
you better than...

What are you pitching me?

Just what I said.

You'll be set up for the rest of
your life, that I can promise you.

Wanna take a chance?

Sam: When I married ginger,
I knew all the stories.

But I didn't give a fuck. "I'm Sam
rothstein, ” I said, "I can change her."

Nicky: It was typical ace.

He invited the biggest people
in town and he knew they'd show

'cause they all
wanted something from him.

With ace, nobody ever
got a free ride, even ginger.

With her,
he still covered his bets.

They had to have the baby
before they could get married.

He even made Jenny and me
watch Amy for a few days

when they went on
their honeymoon,

but I didn't mind,
we loved the kid.

Lester:
Can you feel my eyes on you?

Can you feel me
look into your heart?

Can you feel me in
the pit of your stomach?

Can you feel me in you?

In your heart?

Don't make me come there.

Answer me.

Ginger on telephone: I love you.

But, baby, do you know
that I love you, too?

Ginger: I know, Lester.

Do you know that? Ginger: Yeah.

This is the best thing I
can do for my life right now.

That's right.
So it's going to be okay.

Promise?

God. I wish you all
the luck in the world.

Ginger: You do?

Yeah, I do.

It's the best thing
you can do right now.

I mean this.
You'll have real security.

Sweetheart, you're gonna
be situated just right in Vegas.

Lester: Come on,
this is great for us.

I'm always gonna
be here for you.

I ain't going no place.

I'm looking at you right now.

I'm seeing you for the very
first time, right this minute.

I'm seeing you.
I can feel my heart click.

Isee you 14 years old, I see you
the first second I ever saw you.

I see you long-legged little
Colt, stupid braces on your teeth.

Okay, then.

Lester: Every time I see you,
that's what I see.

Talk to you later.

You all right?

Yeah.

Why are you crying?

I'm not crying.

Maybe you
shouldn't drink so much.

I'm okay, I just...

You just have to understand.

I've been with Lester
since I was a kid.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

I just... I don't...

I think I have
a right to do that.

Okay?

It's all right.

But that part of
your life is over with.

Yeah. Right?

You're with me now.

Yeah. Right?

Uh-huh.

You're sure?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Sam: You wanna go?
Let's go back in.

Okay.

What a difference a day made

ginger: It's great.

Twenty-four little hours

ginger: It's great.

Ginger: It's all my stuff.
Oh, my god.

You brought all my stuff!

I can't...

Try it on, it's yours.

You're kidding.

Oh, my god.

What is it?

It's chinchilla.

Oh, it's so soft.

It's nice, isn't it?

Ginger: Oh.

No one's ever
been so nice to me.

Oh, my god!

Do you think it's too much if I
wear these all on the same day?

You do whatever you want.

Do I keep my promises
or do I keep my promises?

It's so wonderful.

The jewelry's not so bad either.

The only thing is,

we shouldn't keep this in the
house, we gotta put it in the bank.

Come on, can I keep
this one in the house?

Pay attention to me.

What I'm gonna tell
you is very important.

Okay.

All this stuff
doesn't mean anything.

Money, this, doesn't
mean anything without trust.

I have to be able to
trust you with my life.

It's heaven when you

find romance on your menu

Sam: With over
$1 million in cash and jewels

tucked in a bank in Vegas,
only for ginger,

she was secure and happy,
she loved that shit.

But a guy in my line of work has
to have a lot of payoff cash around.

Crooked cops and kidnappers
don't take checks.

Need a little help
with that, Mr. Collins?

Sam: So I put $2 million in
cash in a Los Angeles bank

under the name of Mr.
And Mrs. Tom Collins.

This was strictly my shakedown
and kidnapping money.

And since I 'd either be
in jail or locked in a closet

when I needed
the money the most,

I gave ginger the only key to the
cash that could get me back alive.

I'll take you there

I'm callin ', callin'

callin' for mercy

I'll take you there

mercy, mercy

I'll take you there

this is a signature card.

Once she signs those papers,

she'll be the only person
with access to the box,

no one else, including myself?

That's right,
that's the way you wanted it.

Banker: Sam,
let me ask you a question.

You must really trust your wife.

Yeah, sure I do. Why?

No, it's good.
It's just unusual.

To tell you the truth,
so many of my clients don't.

Okay.

Never will I know happiness

Sam: With ginger and the
money in place, I felt covered.

And to play it safe,
I switched job titles again

and made myself
food and beverage director.

This way, nobody would
bother me about a license.

I mean, Vegas was
like a dream for me.

Trouble was, Nicky was
dreaming his own kind of Vegas.

Nicky: I put money out
on the street,

charging three points a week,
juice to the dealers.

Don't make us
come looking for you.

You won't have to.
Thanks, Nicky.

Nicky: They were degenerate
gamblers, coke freaks.

In no time, I had half the dealers
in the tangiers in my pocket.

The next thing I did, I started
busting out high-stakes poker players.

Sam: It was so obvious. All of Nicky's
half-assed mechanics were signal-happy.

I'm gonna open for $500.

Sam: Signaling back and forth.

Gambler #1: Why you crying with
two loaves of bread under your arm?

Sa m: Nicky thought
nobody was watching him.

He was wrong.

And I didn't want any of
those agents near my place.

Four aces.

I can't believe this.

Gambler #2: If I didn't have
bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck.

Sam: I wished Nicky and
his crew would just get lost.

What am I gonna do?

Go back home and start a war?

Nicky's a made guy and I'm not.

I can't do that.

Careful. Gaming agents
are all over the place.

So I'm not allowed
to get lucky in this place?

You've been lucky all week.

They're looking to nail you.

Nicky: Ace was so fucking
worried about his casino,

he forgot
what we were doing here.

A million times I wanted to yell

in his fucking ear,
"this is Las Vegas.

"We're supposed to be out here
robbing, you dumb fucking hebe."

I don't give a shit
who he's connected to,

tell him to take his
feet off the table.

What does he think this is,
a goddamn sawdustjoint?

Sir, would you mind taking
your feet off the table?

Yeah, I would mind.
I'm having a bad night.

Fucking asshole won't budge.

Call security.

How are you?

Good. How are you?

Wanna do me a favor?

Take your feet off the
table and put your shoes on.

Fuck you.

I want you to exit
this guy off the premises

and use his head to
open the fucking door.

Sir, you're gonna havetoleave.

You mind
accompanying us outside?

Bullshit. I ain't
going anywhere with you.

Bullshit, you're out of here.

Man: Fuck you!

You know who you're
fucking with, huh?

Do you?

You fucking faggot.

Do you know who
you're fucking with?

Leave me alone!

Guard: Here we go.

You gotta be kidding me!

Sam: And an hour later,
I get the call.

Ace, what happened?

Did you know that
guy was with me?

No, ldidn't.
But you know what he did?

I walked over to him politely
and he tells me to go fuck myself.

Then he called me a faggot.

What?

Sam on phone:
I threw the cocksucker out.

Come here.

You called my friend a faggot?

You tell him to fuck himself?
Is that what you did?

You fucking hick.
You fucking hick, you.

Nicky: Come here.

Nicky: Come here.

You go over there
and you apologize.

You better hope
he lets you back in.

Nicky: If you get out ofline
again, I'll smash your head so hard

you won't be able to
get that cowboy hat on,

you hear me? You fucking hick.

Sammy, listen, this guy obviously
doesn't know who he was talking to.

He doesn't know that
we're dear friends.

I mean, he's already very sorry.

But if you could do me a
favor and let him back in,

I swear he'll never
get out of line again.

If he does it again,
he's out for good.

I'll never let him
in the place again.

I'm sorry about this, really.

All right, ace?

Thanks, pal

you took your boots off?

You put your feet on the table?

You shit-kicking, stinky,
horse-manure-smelling motherfucker, you!

You fuck me up over there, I'll
stick you in the desert. Go apologize.

Nicky: Get the fuck...
Man: I'm sorry.

Nicky: You know, ace could
be a very touchy guy.

Especially when
he got bigger in town.

Like when he hired that Jonathan
and David away from the palace

by building them a new stage and
giving them a silver Rolls-Royce.

But he knew how to
bring in the crowds.

Knew all the fucking angles.

He brought over the whole
femme fatale show from Paris.

But he forgot how lazy
them European broads can get.

He weighed them once a week

to make sure they didn't
blow up like balloons.

You're eight pounds over.

What's the reason for this?

Mr. Rothstein, sir...

Never mind the "sir."

Why is she eight pounds over?

I'm trying to offer
you the respect...

Mr. Rothstein is
good enough for you.

Sometimes when you put
that pressure point on them...

All you do is give me answers.

Just give me the right answer.

I guess she's frightened if she
doesn't lose weight, she may get fired.

That's right,
she will get fired.

Send her back to Paris.

Just stop everything.

Billy:
This woman's an institution...

Sam: She's lazy.

Nicky:
I gotta give the guy credit.

I mean, he does
the most obvious thing.

This is the only
town in the country

where a bookie joint is legit.

So why not take advantage,
right?

So he took bookie
joints off the street

and opened them up
inside the casino.

Within a few years,
he had every casino

on the strip trying
to copy off of him.

Sam: Between my innovations

and Nicky's
dedication to his job,

I soon had the best
operation on the strip.

Be careful, there's a lot
of heat on you already.

Why? Somebody's complaining?

I'm hearing
things from security.

The sheriff's looking to
put you in the black book.

That black book is
a bunch of bullshit.

They got two names
for the whole country

and one of them
is still al Capone.

If they put you in that book,
you're gonna be in trouble.

You will not be able
to walk into a casino.

I'm trying to make a living,
that's all.

I'm just telling you,
don't say I didn't warn you.

All right.

Photographer: Mrs.
Rothstein, straight ahead.

Very nice. Thank you.

Smile...

Just look...

Philip: For his hard work
and dedication

and the new life-blood
he has instilled in Las Vegas,

Sam has established himself

as an indispensable member
of the gaming community.

As the head of the tangiers
gaming corporation,

it's my pleasure to
welcome Sam rothstein

to the Vegas
valley country club.

Sa m: Back home, they'd have
put me in jail for what I'm doing

but out here,
they're giving me awards.

It is with great pleasure that I
accept this certificate of appreciation

from the charitable foundations
of greater Las Vegas.

Congratulations, sweetheart.

Sam raised more than
we've ever raised before.

Sa m: But my greatest
pleasure was watching

my wife, ginger, work the room.

They all loved her.

How could you not love her?

She could be the most
charming woman you ever saw.

People loved to be around her.

You've got to bring Amy
to Sasha's birthday party.

See you 3:00, Saturday.

Yes, all right.

Sam:
She made everybody feel good.

Congratulations, Sam.

Thanks.

Hello, Mrs. Rothstein.
How are you?

Hi. Oh.

You're the most gorgeous woman
I've ever seen.

You're a lucky man,
Mr. Rothstein.

Thank you.
Thanks for that compliment.

Sam: He was a young
kid from the casino.

Nice kid. Bright boy.

What balls on this fucking kid.

The next day I fired him.

Ginger had that
effect on people.

I think she even
encouraged them.

Ginger:
Do you wanna see this one?

Daddy gave me all this jewelry
because he loves me so much.

Sam: But as much as
they loved her...

Ginger: Fabulous!

Sam: They didn't know
what really moved her.

Ginger: Look at this.
Daddy gave me this...

Sam: And with ginger happy,
I was able

to concentrate on
what I knew best.

Loose machines are
right back over there.

What are they doing back there?

Okay. You can't
even see them there.

What about the progressives
with the high jackpots?

Where are they?
These machines are hidden.

These are our best machines.

They bring all the action.

No wonder the drop is off.

The action is in the front,
not the back.

Bring them up front.
All right, I will.

Listen carefully, there are
three ways of doing things here,

the right way, the wrong way
and the way that I do it.

You understand?

I do, I'll get right on it.

And thank you.

Don't thank me, just do it.

You're the slots manager. I
shouldn't have to tell you this.

Dang, you are right,
Mr. Rothstein.

I am so sorry.

Sam: So I ended up working,
what, 18-hour days.

Ginger was the one who wound
up enjoying the best of Vegas.

Come with me, please. I have
a better table for you. Sorry.

What did you say to
that fucking jerk?

I told him I was
Mrs. Sam rothstein.

Well, you might as well
get something out of it.

Sa m: Well, it wasn't long before what I
was afraid was gonna happen, happened.

Nicky managed to
get himself banned

from every casino in Las Vegas.

From then on,
I couldn't be seen talking

to him anywhere
in or near Vegas.

Nicky: What the fuck is
that supposed to mean?

"Detrimental to gaming and he will
be ejected from any casino in Las Vegas.

"And the casinos can be fined
as much as $100,000

"every time he shows up."

You believe this shit?

Yeah, I believe it.
You got banned.

"Because of notorious
and unsavory reputation."

Motherfucker!

Is there any way around this?

No, there's no way.

Let's say, for instance,

I wanna go in a restaurant,
which happens to be in a casino,

to get one of those
sandwiches I like?

Forget it. You can't even set
foot in the parking lot.

That's how serious it is.

In other words, I'm fucked?

In so many words, yes.

Sa m: It just didn't
sink into his head

about the black
book and what it meant.

Not being able to go
into a casino is one thing,

but being in this
book etched your name

into the brains of
every cop and FBI agent.

You're listed in
there with al Capone.

But Nicky didn't care.

I gotta do something.
I gotta do something.

They ain't getting rid of me.

They're not getting rid of me.

I'm staying here.

Fuck them. Fuck them.

Nicky: So,
once they pulled that shit,

I started doing my own things
nobody ever thought of doing.

To keep an eye on things, I
brought in my brother, Dominick,

and some desperados

and started knocking over
high-rollers, casino bosses, bookmakers.

Anybody right here in town.

I had a good
fucking crew going for me.

I had sal fusco,
a great second-story guy.

Jack Hardy. He worked for a safe
company before he did a six-year bit.

And then there was Bernie blue.

This guy could
bypass any alarm for me.

It was like old times.

And I opened up my own
jewelry store too, the gold rush.

Sometimes I used to go along
on a heist, just for the fun of it

but I didn't like the people I
was ripping off looking at me

so I used to turn their
fucking pictures around.

What's taking so long?

This is a motherfucker.

Nicky: Learn how to open the
things so you don't have to take them.

Nicky: Some of these stones
got a lot of niggers in them.

Tell pepe if he's
switching stones on us

he better take
a came! Back to Nigeria.

Yeah?

They're in penthouse k.
Checked in alone?

Yes. Are they out now?

Yes. Don't worry.

Thanks.

Sa m: He had tipsters
all over town. Bellmen.

This looks good
but you got to hurry.

Yeah, okay.

Sa m: Valet Parkers.

They're checking in.

Okay, I'll tell him.
Sam: Pit bosses.

Room 1230 at the sirocco.

1230.

Sam: Secretaries.

Mint condition coins.

Mint condition.

Sam: They all got
a piece of the score.

Man: Car's coming.

Sa m: They were very careful.

They always bypassed
the alarms, or else,

if not, they'd drill
enough holes

to knock through the walls
with a sledgehammer.

Nicky was grabbing
everything he could.

Nobody out there
was expecting a guy like him.

To Nicky, Las Vegas
was the fucking wild west.

I just got a shipment
of diamonds from Israel.

Nicky: What the fuck
they expect from me?

I had to earn, didn't I?

You know,
this diamond has flaws in it.

There's no flaws.

I'm doing this for 25 years.

You better clean your loupe
because there's no flaws.

Nicky: Whenever we got
local merch,

we 'd usually send it to
palm Springs or Arizona, L.A.

I had some
sand niggers out there.

You know, arabs.

Are you gonna have
a fucking meeting here?

I know his language.

$40,000. The whole package.

$20,000. That's my final offer.

He suddenly talks English.

Let's talk Turkey here. $25,000.

Nicky: I actually
turned my bedroom

into a bank vault
where I kept the choice stuff.

I couldn't leave it
at the gold rush

in case we got
raided by the cops

or if my crew got cute.

I had the only key.

Jennifer didn't give a fuck.

She used to fall asleep on the
couch watching TV every night.

This stuff was all mine.

I didn't send any
of this back home.

I couldn't because I wasn't
even supposed to be doing it.

The bosses were making so
much money with the casinos

that they didn't want anybody
making any waves for them.

You gave all
the guys a piece of that?

I took care of everyone.

Yeah?

Nicky: That's why there
was no organized street stuff

in Vegas before I came here.

But how much cash
could I Bury in my closet?

Understand, and I'm sure you do,

in a venture of this kind

you have to be prepared to
take some kind of loss.

Nicky: I put some of the
money into legitimate deals

with Charlie Clark,
ace's banker.

You will try to push it
through, Mr. Clark? Yes.

I'm giving you $50,000 cash.

Nicky: Then I put some more money
into legitimate places, like my restaurant.

Dominick: Is that the last?
Cook: Yeah.

Nicky: I had my kid brother,
Dominick, run it for me.

Fuckers.

Here you go, guys.
All right. Thanks a lot.

Enjoy. Have a good time.

Hey. Choke on it, motherfucker.

How you doing?

Sam: Yeah,
Nicky loved restaurants.

He was a real restaurant buff.

And over the years,
he always made money with it.

In Vegas,
he had the leaning tower.

It was a very popular spot.

He had politicians,
showgirls and movie stars

hanging out all over the place.

That show at the flamingo
just gets better.

Sammy said whenever you
have a minute, give him a call.

Made a messenger
out of you, too?

Anything for a buck.

He does it to everybody.
Enjoy your dinner.

Thanks.

Sam: But I gotta tell you, the thing
Nicky liked most was the showgirls.

To them,
Nicky was the movie star.

You walk past me?

Hey! This is Shelly.

Hey, Shelly. How are you?

And this is Stacy.

Stacy. This is Nick.

They wanna have dinner. Come on.

All right. Let's
check the kitchen first.

Excuse us one second.

Nicky: I'll show you. I fly
stuff in fresh every day.

I get bread from back home,
fish from California.

You can always
tell a great kitchen like ours

because of the milk-fed veal.

That's the secret.
Milk-fed veal is pure white.

Out here they
got that pink veal.

Slide over, honey.

Now, pink veal, you can
pound that shit for two days.

Nicky:
It'll never, ever get tender.

You know what I mean?

Al: I left here with the money.

Got muscled on the street.

A couple guys, I owe them,
so I gave them the money.

That's what I did. Yeah?

You call yourself a man?

You know you're a lying lowlife,

motherfucking,
gambling, degenerate prick?

You know that?
Two small kids at home.

I gave you money
to pay the fucking rent

and buy groceries,
put the heat on.

Your wife called Frankie and
told him the fucking heat's off.

And you didn't
gamble that fucking money?

No? You didn't? I didn't...

Don't fuck with me, ai.

Don't make a fuck out of me.

You wanna embarrass me, make a
fool out of me? You didn't gamble?

Tell me you gambled
the fucking money,

I'll give you
the money to put the heat on.

Did you gamble? Huh?

Fucking degenerate.

Fucking kids at home.

Here. Get the fuck out of here.

Al: Thanks, Nick. Yeah.

Let me find out you fucked up,

I'll leave you where I find you.

Nicky: How many of
these you gonna eat?

Two. Nicky: Two?

Sam: But around 6:30 in
the morning,

when he finished his day,
no matter where he was,

he always went home to make
breakfast for his son, Nicky boy.

I know you like this.

A little butter, right?
Not a lot.

You know why, right? Yeah.

'Cause it clogs up your heart.

What a smart kid you are.
Okay, eat.

Nicky: Every couple of weeks,

I sent Marino to the bosses
with a piece of what I made.

Not a big piece,
but what did they know?

They were 1,500 miles away,

and I don't know anyone
who can see that far.

Their drop was a garage

where remo and the guys hung
out and counted their millions.

Remo: Hey, Frankie.

Nicky: The cops knew
but they didn't give a fuck.

Nicky sends his warmest regards.

Nicky: But I knew how to
keep the bosses happy.

Whenever they gave me little jobs
to do, you know, to send a message,

I would carry things out to a t.

Like the time Tony dogs, the
new maniac tough guy in town,

shot up one of remo's bars.

Here's a guy kills two of remo's
guys and a poor fucking waitress

who was just working on
her night off, of all things.

I mean, this guy's just begging
to be made an example of.

Frankie, I want the names of all
the other people he had with him.

And I don't care
what you have to do

to them to get them, understand?

Frank:
I'll take care of it, remo.

Nicky: To be truthful with
you, I had to admire this guy.

He was one of the
toughest irishmen I ever met.

This son of a bitch was tough.

For two fucking days and nights

we beat the shit
out of this guy.

We even stuck ice picks
in his balls.

Nicky: He better give me a name
or I'm gonna give him yours, frank.

Frank: Thanks a lot.

Nicky: But he never talked.

Nicky:
You would've ratted by now.

Nicky: In the end, I had to
put his fucking head in a vise.

Dogs, can you hear me, dogs?

Listen to me, Antony.

Igotyourhead in a fucking vise.

I'll squash your fucking head
like a grapefruit

if you don't give me a name.

Don't make me have to do this.

Don't make me be a bad guy.
Come on.

Fuck you.

Motherfucker. You believe this?

Two fucking days and nights.

Fuck me?
Fuck me, you motherfucker?

Fuck my mother?
That what you're saying?

You motherfucker, you, huh?

Oh, god.
Give me the fucking name.

Charlie m.

Charlie m. Charlie m?

Charlie m? You make me pop
your fucking eye out of your head

to protect that
piece of shit, Charlie m?

You dumb motherfucker.

Kill me, you fuck. Kill me!

Kill you? You motherfucker, you.

Frankie, do him a fucking favor.

Sam: The word got around that
finally there was a real gangster in town.

Nicky was the new
boss of Las Vegas.

Nicky: Charlie m.

Sam: Four reels, sevens across.

Three $15,000 jackpots.

Do you have any
idea what the odds are?

Shoot, it's gotta be
in the millions or more.

Three fucking jackpots
in 20 minutes?

Why didn't you call me?

It happened so quick.
Three guys won.

I didn't have a chance.

You didn't see the scam?

There's no way
to determine that.

Yes, there is.
An infallible way, they won!

It's a casino.
People gotta win sometimes.

Ward, you're pissing me off. Now
you're insulting my intelligence.

You know somebody
had to get into those machines

and set those reels.

The probability on one machine

is a million-and-a-half to one.

On three machines in a row,
it's in the billions. It can't happen.

What's the matter with you?

Didn't you see you were
being set up on the second win?

You didn't see you
were being set up?

I think you're overreacting.

You fucking yokel. I've been
carrying your ass ever since I got here.

Get your ass out of here.

You're firing me?
I'm firing you.

No, I'm not firing.
I'm firing you.

You might regret this.

I'll regret it if! Keep you.

This is not
the way to treat people.

If you didn't see it,
you're too fucking dumb.

If you did see it, you were in
on it. Either way, you're out.

Go on. Let's go.

The guy's history
as far as I'm concerned.

You can't fire him.

His brother-in-law is
county commissioner.

Everybody with cowboy boots

is a fucking county
commissioner or related to one.

This is his state.
His uncle's chief judge.

His brother-in-law runs
the county commission.

There's gotta be a way
to work him back in.

You're in the finances,
you're upstairs.

You are not on the floor.

You don't see what's going on.

I've got thousands of
players, I've got 500 dealers.

They're all looking to Rob
me blind 24 hours a day.

I have to let them know I'm
watching all the details all the time.

There is not one single thing
I will not catch.

Sam:
Look at yours. Look at that.

Look at this. There's nothing.

Look how many blueberries your
muffin has and how many mine has.

What are you talking about?

If you don't do it yourself,
it never gets done.

Philip: Where are you going?

From now on, I want you
to put an equal amount

of blueberries in each muffin.

An equal amount of
blueberries in each muffin.

Do you know how
long that will take?

I don't care.

Put an equal amount
in each muffin.

Come on, honey, just a little.

Atta girl. Atta girl.

Oh, boy, look.
You wanna go to mommy?

Ginger: Wanna come to mommy?

It's all right, sweetheart.

I need to talk to you.
I need some money.

What do you need?

Got her?

I need a lot.
I need more than usual.

Why don't you take it
out of your account?

I would, you know,
Sam, it's just that...

Well, I need more than that.
I need $25,000.

$25,000?

For yourself? Yeah.

Sam: Why do you need that much?

What's the difference?
I just need it.

I gotta ask you.
That's a lot of money.

You're not asking
for a box of popcorn.

We don't have to turn
this into a big deal.

Okay? We don't
have to have a fight.

It was important
to me. Forget it.

Just something I wanted to do.

Who's fighting? I mean,
tell me what it's for.

Why can't you tell
me what it's for? Huh?

You know what?
Now I want you to tell me.

My wife comes to me
and asks me for $25,000.

What do you want, a coat? No.

If you want a coat, you got it.

It's not the money.

It's just, why do you want it?

Am I not entitled to ask?

I've been independent
my whole life.

I never had to ask
anybody for anything.

Now you're making me beg.

What are you talking about?

And you're embarrassing me.

Why do you want to
make me feel so bad?

You're asking me for $25,000.

I'm not out
to make you feel bad.

I want to just be
able to trust you.

You know, it's about trust.

I have to be able
to trust you with my life.

Do you understand?

Can I trust you?

Can I trust you?

Can I trust you?

Answer me, can I trust you?

You can trust me.

Good. Then tell me
what the money is for.

You've got to

give a little

take a little

and let your poor heart

break a little

yeah,
she's leaving the bank now.

All right, I'm gonna follow her.

Lester: What is that?
What does that mean?

I know that look.
What does that look mean?

It means I got the money.

That's a good look.

You've got to

How are you doing, les?
It's Lester, right?

Sam.

From my recollection,
aren't you the card shark,

the golf hustler,
the pimp from Beverly Hills?

If I'm wrong, please correct me,

'cause I never knew
you to be a heist man.

But if you are, you know what?

Here, take mine, too.

Go ahead, take it.

'Cause you already have hers.

Sam: She's my wife.

Look at me. You did know that?

You knew that she's my wife?

Huh? Hey, look at me.

Yeah, I know that.

You do, yeah?

But if you ever
come back again, ever,

to take her money,
next time bring a pistol.

That way you got a chance.

Be a man.
Don't be a fucking pimp.

Now, you wanna do me a favor?

Get out of here.

I wanna be alone with my wife.

Get the fuck up
and get out of here.

Fucking piece of shit.

That's fucking bullshit.

You know? That's fucking...

I guess it's
best that we should part

that's the glory of love

remember when you called
him that night and said goodbye?

He didn't say, "don't get
married, I'll be right down."

No, he didn't.

No. Instead, what did he say?

"Fuck him. Take him
for everything he's got."

Come here.
I want to show you something.

That's the story

the second letter
came right after

thug:
Come back, you motherfucker.

No! No, no!

Ginger: Make them stop it!

No! No.

It's not his fault!
It's my fault!

No!

Thug: Fuck!

Piece of shit.

Lester: Why didn't you do it
yourself, you chickenshit cocksucker?

He's such a prick!

He had some guy
from the hotel beat him up.

He didn't want to do it himself.

Oh, no, he didn't want
to get his own hands dirty.

So why did he
have to do that, huh?

Tell me.

Nicky: I know itwasn't
a nice thing to do...

Noshm

you gotta understand,

he doesn't know if this guy
is shaking you down...

No. No.

I told him about this guy
before we got married.

This is no fucking surprise.

Yeah. Oh, you did?
I didn't know that.

He's just a friend of mine I
was trying to help. So what?

You know, the first time
I ever saw you guys together,

I never saw him so happy.

I know he's a crazy
Jew fuck and everything,

butlneverseen him act
like that with anybody else.

I think he's crazy about you.

I mean, he really loves you.
He does.

Come on. Iwent into this
with my eyes open, you know.

I knew the bottom
could drop out at any time.

I'm a working girl. You don't think
I'm gonna go into a situation like this

if I don't think I'm gonna
get covered on the back end?

Sure, I can see that. Right?

So he put aside
some jewelry for me.

A lot ofjewelry.

You mean like a lot
of expensive jewelry?

About how much?

You want to steal it?

No. I'm just curious.

I was wondering, how much
he would put into a thing like that.

I'm told it's worth about$1
million, maybe more.

Well, there you go.
What does that tell you?

$1 million injewelry.

The guy is crazy about you.

I should've never married him.

He's a gemini.

Triple gemini. Duality.

Gemini is the snake, you know.

You can't trust a snake.

I mean it.

I know what you mean.

Listen, ginger.

You know,
this is probably not...

I don't have the answers anyway.

This is probably not
what you want to hear...

I do...'Cause you're
a little upset with ace

and I understand that.

But I think you should try
to make the best of it now.

Go slow. See what happens.

He could've killed him! Okay?

He didn't have to hit him.

It's not like I'm
sleeping with the guy.

He makes me sneak around
to see my own friends.

What the fuck is that all about?

I guess it's 'cause he loves you
so much, he's jealous and worried.

Like he gives a fuck what I do.

I'll try to find out
what the hell is going on.

When I see him,
I'll talk to him.

Okay.

Yeah. All right?

Thanks. Thanks for
putting up with me.

Take it easy with this shit.

This can only
make matters worse.

You're a beautiful girl.

I've seen a lot of girls
get shot to hell from this.

You're so nice.

Come on, now.

I don't wanna see you unhappy.

Thanks.

Thank you.

It's all right.

Mr. Rothstein, county commissioner
pat webb is here to see you.

Give me a minute. Okay.

He'll bejusta minute.

Mr. Webb, can I
get you anything?

No, thank you, little lady.

Okay, send him in,
call me four minutes after.

Mr. Rothstein, I'm pat webb.

How do you do?

It is a pleasure.
I've heard a lot about you.

Oh, thank you, sir.
Hey, house is doing well.

Hey, all that money
is rolling in.

I appreciate you taking the
time to see a poor civil servant.

Why don't you have a seat?

Thank you, sir.

I come here personally
to kind of smooth over

any fracas about
a certain matter.

Maybe you didn't know it,

but Don ward is a very
well-liked man in this town.

He's got lots of
friends, nice family

and their money go
back many, many years.

Now, friends vote.
Family and money votes.

That's important to me and you.

And ifyou'll think about our
little problem along them lines,

and you'll forgive
me for saying it,

maybe he did not
deserve to be fired.

He knew about our getting hit
on three big machines in a row

and he did nothing about it.

So he was in on it or he was too
dumb to see what was going on.

Either way, I cannot have a
man like that working here.

Before we point the dirty end
of the stick at old Don,

we better be sure
we can prove them charges.

Believe me, if I could prove
it, he would be under arrest.

Are...

Are we certain that you want
the gaming control board

eyeballing your record and your
gangster pals like Nicky santoro?

You're way out of line
talking to me like that.

That's libelous and you're in no
position to challenge my expertise.

I went way out of my way
to be very helpful to that kid.

He's weak. He's incompetent.

He jeopardizes the whole place.

There's not much
more I can do for him.

You have got me there.

Old Don is as useless
as tits on a boar.

But he is my brother-in-law

and I would look on
it as a personal favor

if you'd think some more
on hiring him back.

I can't do that.

I appreciate that he's your
brother-in-law and I do want to help you.

I like to do favors.

And I know who you are
but I cannot do that.

Well, could there be any
position farther down the trough?

I'm sorry, I can't do anything.

He's too incompetent
and he cannot be trusted.

Okay. Thanks.

No. That's it. I'm sorry.

Mr. Rothstein, your people never will
understand the way it works out here.

You're all just our guests.

But you act like you're at home.

Let me tell you
something, partner.

You ain't home.

But that's where we're gonna
send you if it harelips the governor.

Thank you for your time.

No problem.

Sorry.

You bet.

What happened to my pills?

Your drinking is bad enough.

You're taking my pills, too?

I didn't take your pills.

Look, for my ulcer,
I take a half of one of these

and that's when I
have extreme pain.

I had a three-month supply.

What did you do with them?

You didn't have to beat him up.

What?

I was just trying to help him.

It's not like I'm
sleeping with the guy.

Yeah, how do I know?

You can't make me stop caring
about people. What? What?

I said, you can't make me
stop caring about people.

Sam: Listen.

Ginger, I'm trying to make the
best of everything here, you know?

I mean, you're my wife,
for Christ's sakes.

I mean, people look up to you in
this town. I don't know what to do...

You know what, ace?
I don't give a shit!

I'm getting out of here. I am.

You gotta get hold of yourself.

Okay.

If not for me, at least for Amy.

Okay.

Understand?

Your drinking's
getting way out of hand.

I'm gonna get
you into a program.

They got plenty of good ones.

I don't need one.

Yes, you do. It's very discreet.

There's no names in the papers.

That's all you care about.

You don't care about me.

Yes, I do.

No, you don't.
How could you say that?

You're a beautiful woman,
you're destroying yourself.

You don't need that.

You don't need that
fucking leech living off you.

I know you better
than you know yourself.

You're a tiger,
you're stronger than I am.

When you set
your mind on doing something,

you do it better than anybody.

You're gonna do it.
Okay? You'll do it.

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

Okay. Okay.

I'll try. I'll try.

I'll try. I will.

Don't be mad at me, okay?

I will.

Nicky: No matter what the
problems were outside the count room,

it was all worth it.

The cash kept rolling in

and the suitcases
kept coming and going.

And let me tell you, the
fucking bottom line here is cash.

The only problem was
that after a while,

the bosses noticed that the
suitcases were getting a little light.

Wait a minute.
You mean to tell me

that the money we're
robbing is being robbed?

That somebody's robbing from us?

We go through all this trouble
and somebody's robbing us?

Like I said,
it's part of the business.

It's considered leakage.

Leakage, my balls.

I want the guy who's robbing us.

Nicky: Even John Nance,
that's the guy who ran the scam,

he knew there wasn't much
he could do about it.

You gotta know that a
guy who helps you steal,

even if you
take care of him real well,

he's gonna steal
a little extra for himself.

Makes sense, don't it? Right?

Try and make these hardheaded
old greaseballs understand that.

What's the point of skimming
if we're being skimmed?

It defeats the purpose.

They take money
because they're my guys,

so you gotta
give them some leeway.

Nicky: But the bosses never believed
in leeway, so listen to what they do.

They put Artie piscano,
the underboss of k. C.,

in charge of making sure
nobody skimmed the skim.

What were you doing?

I was with my goomah.

What are you doing
with your goomah?

I gave her a schiaffo.

Nicky: The only trouble was
piscano was a disaster.

This guy could fuck
up a cup of coffee.

What you been doing?

I'm out there
more than I'm here.

Nicky: And if anybody had
known where this would lead,

they would've been better off
making fucking novenas.

You gotta go back
and talk to that guy.

I never got my expenses
for the last trip.

Vvhatexpenses?

I'm laying money
out of my own pocket

and I never get anything back.

You gotta go back out there.

I'm gonna start keeping records.

No records, Artie.

What are you gonna do
with records, pay taxes?

I can't keep laying out my own
fucking dough for these trips.

What the hell are
we doing over here?

You're going
to Las Vegas at my expense.

What the fuck?
I mean, after all...

Sam: No matter how many
novenas you could make,

nothing was gonna
stop what came up next.

I can't believe
you're doing this.

Anna: We made a deal.
You came to me.

Sam: It turned out Phil green,
"Mr. Integrity,"

had a partner nobody knew about

and when she showed up,
demanding money from the tangiers...

Why are you doing this?

Because you're wrong.

I'm not. Yes, you are.

I am not wrong.

Sam: Green tried
to stonewall her.

I will see to it that you
do not get away with this.

Sam: So she sued him in court.

The court will now hear the
matter of the plaintiff, Anna Scott,

against tangiers corporation
and its president, Philip green.

Marmot: John marmot on
behalf of Mr. Green.

Oberon: Victor oberon on
behalf ofanna Scott.

Judge: Mr. Oberon, proceed.

Oberon: Thank you, judge.

I believe he was fair, and
I'm delighted with the decision.

We got a problem.

John on phone:
It didn't go too well.

Green has to open up the books,

has to show how he
got the financing.

And hey, that's not good.

Nicky: She was doing pretty
good with her lawsuit.

But before she could start
counting her money,

the boys back home decided
to settle the case out of court.

So they sent me.

Reporter #1: Can you
comment on Anna Scott's murder?

What?

Reporter #1: She was found
last night, shot in the head.

Reporter #2: Was this
just a real estate partnership?

Reporter #1: Her lawyer said
you were partners.

We were involved in minor
real estate deals many years ago.

It was never a partnership.

Reporter #3: Did you ever
hear of the .22 caliber killer?

Sam: Now, instead of the
cops only looking at Nicky,

they started
looking at green, too.

And he was supposed to be
our squeaky-clean front man.

I had to start giving interviews

so everybody knew the casino
was on the up-and-up.

So how often do you
really fill in for him?

Green's here about two
or three times a month

and he's busy
with real estate deals.

So in green's absence,
you're the boss?

I serve at the pleasure
of the chairman of the board

and my responsibilities are to
run the day-to-day operations.

So day-to-day,
then, you're the boss?

Well, in a sense,
you could say that

I am the boss
when Mr. Green is away.

You could say that.

Pat: Have you read this?
It's about Mr. Rothstein.

It says, "the midwest
bookmaker with mob ties

"says that he is the real boss

of the $100 million
tangiers casino empire."

Pat: Do you believe that?

Did he really say that?

Why, of course he said that.
It's right here.

Has that man even
filed for his license yet?

I don't know.
We have to check the files.

Without getting your shorts
in a knot, would you do that?

Check closely, 'cause we may
have to kick a kike's ass out of town.

Thank you.

A gaming control board
investigation

of tangiers executive Sam rothstein's
gaming license application is under way.

Rothstein, who heads
the tangiers casino operation

and is a boyhood friend of las
Vegas mob boss Nicky santoro,

could lose his ability
to work in the casino...

Hello.

I gotta meet clean face.
What about the chez Paris?

You can't. You gotta make a
reservation. It's all booked up.

No, no. It's okay.
It's impossible.

You gotta make a reservation.
It's difficult to get in.

It's okay, I'll use the service
entrance. I'll see you at 9:00.

All right.

The battle between gaming
officials and tangiers casino boss,

Sam "ace” rothstein,
is heating up.

Tonight, a look at ace rothstein's
attempt to get state licensing

despite allegations of rothstein's
organized crime connections.

Will rothstein's friendship with alleged
organized crime figure Nicky santoro

keep him from running
the tangiers casino?

Can the integrity of gaming laws

be jeopardized by
a boyhood friendship?

Why don't you take it
easy on that stuff, huh?

Come on. Let me help
you down. Come on.

We're talking about some stuff.

Newscaster: Will a boyhood friendship unseat
rothstein as the tangiers casino boss?

Exclusive on the kbbo
special news report.

Go down. Just... go downstairs.

You can't let this
concern you, ace.

Don't worry about that stuff.

It's just a political
witch hunt.

Hey, ace.

Do you want something to drink?

Charlie, a refill?

Yeah, refill would be great.

Hey, Mr. Clark.

You're tougher to
reach than the president.

I've been busy.

Least you could do is
return my phone calls.

Listen, Nicky,
we talked about this.

And I explained to you that you
might have to take some kind of loss.

Yeah.

I think I want my money back.

What are you gonna do,
strong-arm me?

You know, I think you've gotten

the wrong impression about me.

I think, in all fairness,
I should explain

to you exactly
what it is that I do.

Tomorrow morning I'll get up nice
and early, take a walk to the bank,

walk in and see you, and if
you don't have my money for me,

I'll crack your fucking head
wide open in front of everybody.

And just about the time
that I'm coming out of jail,

hopefully, you'll be
coming out of your coma.

And guess what?

I'll split your fucking head open
again, 'cause I'm fucking stupid.

I don't give a fuck aboutjail.

That's my business,
that's what I do.

We know what you do.

You fuck people out of money
and get away with it.

You can't talk to me like that.

You put my money to sleep!

Get my money or I'll
put your brain to sleep.

Sam.

Nicky: Never mind Sam.
This is personal.

I'll be there in the morning.

You can try me, fatso.
You fucking try me.

You think he got the point?

He's a square guy,
for Christ's sakes.

He's gonna run to the FBI.

Fuck the FBI.

That prick's been dodging me
for three weeks.

You're trying to
tell me what to do.

I'm not but you're
way out of line, Nick.

Where's your head?

Where's your fucking balls? Huh?

You know I'm trying to put
something big together here.

You know what I'm talking about.

Ifyoute acting like this now,
how can I depend on you?

A lot of things gonna change.

If you wanna be there, you're
gonna have to go my fucking way.

Listen, Nicky, I'm responsible
for thousands of people.

I got $100 million a year
going through the place.

It's all over
if I don't get that license.

If it goes bad for me, it's
gonna go bad for a lot of people.

Forget your license.

I plant my own flag here and
you ain't gonna need a license.

I don't know what it is, Sammy,
but the more I talk to you,

the more I feel like you don't
want to go along with me.

No, I don't want to
come along with you.

Okay, fine.

I don't want to be
involved with it.

I want to run a square joint.

I just want my license.

I want everything quiet.
That's it.

Quiet like this? "I'm the boss"?

That's quiet?

I had no control over that.

Ronnie and Billy
will tell you what happened.

Back home that looks bad.

Bad? Every time
you're on television,

I get mentioned. That looks bad.

What the fuck happened to you?

What happened to you?
You lost control.

I lost control?

You're walking around
like John Barrymore.

A pink robe and
a fucking cigarette holder?

I lost control?

I don't wanna bring this up,

but you been treating people
with disrespect, even your wife.

What does she have
to do with all this?

She was upset
about a lot of things,

especially that fucking
Lester diamond incident.

You're the shoulder to cry on?

Did you her tell
about your role in that?

No, that's not
the fucking point.

The point is she's upset, and
you've got a fucking problem.

I would appreciate it if you
stay out of my personal life.

She came to talk to me.

What was I supposed to do?
Throw her out?

Stay away.
It's none of your business.

It's none of my business?

A week ago it was my
business, now it's not.

So when you need me to take
care of things, you need me?

Yeah, the way you need me
to vouch for you as a citizen.

I'm gonna have to
straighten out what you did.

This guy is
gonna run to the FBI.

Nicky: Your head's bigger
than your casino.

Sam: I knew what he wanted
and I didn't want any part of it.

Nicky wanted to take over.

He wanted to go after gaggi, the
skim, everything and everybody.

Plus, he had stopped asking
permission from back home

for every little thing.

A casino boss and
his wife were killed.

The bulls questioned Nicky.

A dealer from the sirocco.

They questioned Nicky.

Some stool pigeons
wound up in their car trunks.

They questioned Nicky.

A lawyer.

They questioned Nicky.

When guys who didn't pay, their
sh ylocks began disappearing,

Nicky's name was
in those newspapers.

Nicky was questioned in two dozen
murders but they always let him go.

There were never any witnesses.

Nicky: The coppers blamed me for
every fucking thing that went wrong.

Watch yourself.

You're gonna get
runned over, there.

Nicky: If a guy tripped over a
banana peel, they'd bring me in for it.

Come on, be nice, huh? Be nice.

Nicky:
The bosses were no better.

They complained because
things don't run smooth.

In my line of work, things
don't run so smooth. I'm sorry.

I'm dealing with
degenerate animals out here.

But the bosses,
what do they give a fuck?

They're sitting on
their asses drinking anisette,

but I'm the guy in the trenches.

Fucking bosses think it's a
fucking free lunch out here.

Frankie, they found
a guy's head in the desert.

Do you know about that?

Yeah, I heard. Yeah.

They're making
a big deal out of it.

It's in all the papers.

What are you gonna do?

And I mean, that's no good.

I know.

You gotta tell him to take
care of things a little better.

I'll tell him, remo.

Nicky: Fucking bosses
smoking their di nobilis

and eating trip' and fucking
soffrit', fried pigs' guts,

while if I want to talk private,
I gotta go to a bus stop.

What do they care, long as
I keep sending money back?

They're complaining.

Let them complain.
I'm the one who's here.

Nicky: I do all the work.

Somebody don't like it,
fuck them.

Frank: It's up to you.

They want a fucking war?
I'm ready.

All I gotta do is take
care of five of those guys,

the rest will fall into place.
Believe me.

Nicky:
Peek-a-boo, you fucks, you.

I see you, you motherfuckers.

Sa m: Nicky was not only bringing
heat on himself but on me, too.

The FBI watched
every move he made

but he didn't care.
He just didn't care.

Nicky: If you're gonna watch me,
I'm gonna watch them right back.

I spent a few bucks. Top dollar.

Who gives a shit?

I got the latest
anti-bugging equipment

from the same places
that sell to the CIA.

I had special
police frequency radios,

FBI de-scramblers,
cameras that see in the dark.

And because of that,
the miserable sons of bitches

never caught me doing anything.

Sam: I got my job on the line and
this guy's having the time of his life.

He has every cop in the state
watching him and he's out playing golf.

And at the worst
possible time for me.

I had my license
hearing coming up

and I didn't want to
leave anything to chance.

If I can't work in Vegas,
where am I gonna go?

You've been very open with us.

I mean, your books and papers.

The commission
will appreciate that.

All I ask is a fair hearing.

This kind of honesty
will guarantee that.

Good.

All right, we'll move on to...

Official: I wanted to hear
the summary about Kansas City.

What the fuck is this?

Where's this guy gonna land?
The fairway?

They're fucking agents, Frankie.

Look at this.

Sam: The feds were
watching Nicky play golf

for so long,
they ran out of gas.

Just what I needed, right
in front of the control board.

$100, whoever hits the plane.

Sam: If things weren't
bad enough,

in comes piscano,
the Kansas City underboss.

He ran that grocery store
where they brought the suitcases.

Fighting over
those suitcases again.

You know what that means?

Another trip to Vegas
and another couple of grand.

Sam: He ran it with his
brother-in-law,

but mostly he complained
about his trips to Vegas.

You gotta lay down the law,

otherwise they're gonna
make a fool out of you.

I write it all down.

Every fucking
nickel goes down...

Hey. Oh,
what's the matter with you?

Everything's here.

Since when do
you talk like that?

I'm sorry.

Screw with those suitcases and I'll
take the eyes out of his fricking head.

Again.

I didn't curse.
I said fricking head.

That's enough. Sorry.

Sam: What happens next?
You can't believe it.

Who would believe that the
FBI had a wire in the place

looking for information
about some old homicide

about some guy who was
whacked out god knows when.

What's to prevent him
taking what he wants?

Nance brings two suitcases
from the tangiers.

What about three or four?

We've got nobody in
the room to watch.

That's the law.

We can't even go
into the count room

to watch our money.
Cowboy bullshit.

He's got his people in there,

but they could all be in on it
together, those fucks.

I'll find out.

If it's green,
I'll Bury that bastard.

I never trusted him.

They trust that scumbag.
I don't.

I'll hit the two of
them with a fucking shovel.

Take it easy.

I'm sorry. They're
beating me left and right.

Ma, I'm sorry. I'm upset.

I know, but that's enough.

I can't take this no more.
Back and forth.

Take it easy.

You'll get a heart
attack like that.

Artie: I'm too upset.
An end has to be put to this.

Sam: The damn thing is, they
hear all this stuff about Las Vegas

and the casinos and
suitcases and that's it.

Artie: Let's start
handling things

The way I
did years ago, start kicking ass.

And I 'ii use a goddamn shovel.

E verythin g's
coming out of my pocket.

Ma on wire: You are right.

Sam: Would you believe
it could happen?

Artie on wire: I'm in it to
make money, not to lose money.

Sa m: Every FBI man across the
country had their ears open now.

Artie on wire: If you want
something done right, gotta do it yourself.

Sam: I mean, piscano, this guy
basically sunk the whole world.

Ma on wire: Some are good
and some are bad.

Counselor: Mr. Chairman,
members of the commission,

Mr. Rothstein is
pleased to be here today.

Sam: And when the day
finally came, I was ready.

I felt so confident that all I
had to do was present my case.

Counselor: We have documents,
one of which

is a report by
retired FBI agents,

which completely absolves
Mr. Rothstein from any wrongdoing.

Counselor...

I want to have this marked.

This commission
is prepared to act

on a motion
denying the application.

Counselor: Denying?

Do I hear a motion seconded?

Mr. Chairman,
I second the motion.

Do I have a vote on the motion?

Counselor: Mr. Chairman.

The ayes have it.
This hearing is adjourned.

Counselor: You're kidding.

Sam: What do you mean,
adjourned?

Sam: Mr. Chairman, senator,
you promised me a hearing.

You didn't even look
at the FBI reports.

Sam: When you were my guest
at the tangiers hotel,

did you not promise
me a fair hearing?

I was never your guest.

You were never my guest?

I don't comp you
about three times a month?

I'd like to answer that.

Mr. Rothstein is
being very typical.

He's lying.

The only time I
was at the tangiers

was dinner with
Barney greenstein.

Was I at that dinner?

Tell me, was I at that dinner?

Senator: You were wandering.

You were...
You were in the building.

Sam: You know I was at that
dinner and you swore to me

I would have a fair hearing,
did you not?

Did you not?

Well, tell me I was
at least at the dinner.

Allow me that much.

Give me that much at least.

Yes, you were.

Sam: Thanks for not calling
me a liar, you son of a bitch.

Newscaster: Good evening.

A routine licensing hearing
turned into bedlam yesterday

when the flamboyant
tangiers casino executive,

Sam "ace” rothstein,

accused the state's top
gaming officials of corruption.

At my hotel and you
asked for copies of your bill

so you could put them
on your expense account.

In a wild outburst that followed
his gaming license denial,

rothstein followed stunned
commissioners into the hallway

where he continued his harangue
until his own lawyers urged him to leave.

You have a past, I have a past

and my past
is no worse than yours,

but you guys think you have
the right to pass judgment.

Ne wscaster: Long suspected of
running the tangiers without a license,

yesterday's hearing
was to determine

if someone with
rothstein's history

was qualified to officially
hold a top gaming post.

Sam: Fucking hypocrites!

What the hell's he gonna do now?

I don't know.

What's he doing?

He knows all those guys he
yelled at are friends of ours.

What's the matter with him?

Maybe he could run things
with another job title.

Wouldn't be the best
but what can we do?

Remo: However he runs things,
it's gotta be quiet.

Let him hide
upstairs in the office.

Say he's a janitor,
I don't give a shit.

But, please,
whateverjob he takes,

make sure it's something quiet.

Announcer on TV: Ladies and gentlemen,
the tangiers hotel proudly presents

the all-new Sam rothstein show,

aces high.

Tonight, taped live
from the all-new sports book,

we present the premiere
showing of aces high,

with the Sasha
semenoff orchestra,

and the Sam rothstein dancers!

Mr. Rothstein is
a professional gambler

and the best football
handicapper in america.

A man who will take
you inside the real Las Vegas

as no one has ever done before.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, the new
entertainment director of the tangiers hotel,

Mr. Sam rothstein.

Welcome to
the Sam rothstein show.

We're very happy to
have you here tonight.

The young lady to
my left is Trudy,

who is a lead dancer in our
fabulous show from Paris.

Our first guest this evening

is Frankie avalon.

Keep an eye on him.

Frankie avalon:
I've got a large family.

Sam: How many kids do you have?

I'm very proud to say
that we have eight children.

Eight children.

Frankie avalon:
No, please. Please.

That's amazing.

There's nothing to it.
It was my pleasure.

Philip: Ace, don't do it.

Oh, no, no. Oh, no.

Oh, Jesus.

He'sjuggling!

Sam on TV: Let's not take county
commissioner pat webb too seriously.

I recently
challenged him to a debate

on this program and he declined.

What are you worried about, pat?

You don't have to
send me any questions.

You can ask me
anything you want.

Andy: What the hell is he
doing on television?

He's on all night
screaming about how

he's gonna take this
to the supreme court.

He's crazy.

He's going to
Washington with this?

He's out of his fucking mind.

It's a pity we
have such hypocrisy.

Some people do what they want,

other people have to
pay through the nose.

Andy, go see him.

Tell him maybe it's time
he should quit.

Sam: What they did was
totally unconstitutional.

We're on the list to be heard
before the supreme court.

They don't give a fuck
about the supreme court.

They want you to walk away.

Walk away?
Andy, you can't be serious.

How can I walk away?

Don't you see what's at stake?

The old man said maybe
your friend should give in.

When the old man says
"maybe," it's like a papal bull.

Not only should you quit,
you should run.

The problem is every
time they mention myname,

they mention Nicky, too.

How the fuck does that help?

The heat he brought down
is murder.

The police department
was cooperative

but he's pissed
them off so much now

that nobody can
make a move anymore.

What are you proposing?

I don't know.
He doesn't listen to me.

Maybe he should
get lost for a while.

They ain't
sending Nicky nowhere.

It'd give
everybody time to maneuver.

I would forget
about the maneuver.

I would just get out.

I can't do that.

Sam: Of course, as soon as Andy
got home, Nicky heard about our talk.

Next morning, bright
and early, I get the call.

I've got to do some shopping.

You want to go?

Sam: But just getting a call
from Nicky wasn't easy.

Even the codes didn't work.

So we figured out another act.

If a phone's tapped,

the feds can only listen in
on stuff involving crimes.

So on routine calls, they have
to click off after a few minutes.

Jennifer on wire: Yeah, I got
a sprained fucking elbow.

Yeah. Meet me at 3:00.

Caesar's?

100 yards down the road.

Why? Don't ask questions.

Suzy cream cheese
has the exact same outfit.

I saw something,
something very cute.

FBI agent: Okay, he's out.
It's the brown unit.

And he's with a bogey.
I think it's Frankie.

Sam: Nicky started out before me

because it wasn't easy for him
to get around.

FBI agent: Pulled out fast.

Sa m: Nicky couldn't go for a ride
without changing cars at least six times

before he could
shake all his tails.

And because of the planes, he
had to use underground garages.

Meeting in the middle of the
desert always made me nervous.

It's a scary place.

I knew about
the holes in the desert

and everywhere I looked,
there could have been a hole.

Normally, my prospects
of coming back alive

from a meeting with
Nicky were 99 out of 100.

But this time,
when I heard him say,

"a couple of hundred
yards down the road,"

I gave myself 50-50.

Where the fuck you get off talking
to people about me behind my back?

What people?

You think I
wasn't gonna find out?

What are you talking about?

You said I'm bringing heat
on you.

I gotta listen to people
because of your shit?

You're ordering me out?

You better get
your own fucking army.

I didn't order anybody.

I told Andy stone that you had
heat and that was a problem.

You want me to get out
of my own fucking town?

Let the bullshit blow over
so I can run the casino.

Anything goes wrong with the
casino, it's my ass. It's not yours.

I don't know whether you know

but you only have your
fucking casino because of me.

I'm what counts out here.

Not your fucking country
clubs or your fucking TV shows.

And what the fuck
are you doing on TV anyhow?

Igetcahs from home every day.

They think you went batshit.

I'm only on TV because I gotta
be able to hang around the casino.

Come on.

You could have had the food and
beverage job without going on TV!

You wanted to go on TV.

Yeah, I did.

That way I have a forum.
I can fight back.

They know
they can't fuck around with me

like they could
if I was an unknown.

You're making
a spectacle of yourself.

Me? Iwouldn't even be in
this situation if it wasn't for you.

Every time I meet somebody,
the question is do I know you?

Now you wanna blame
your license on me?

No, Nicky.

When you asked me
if you could come out here,

what did I tell you?
Do you remember?

Back up a fucking minute.

I asked you?

When the fuck did I ever ask
you if I could come out here?

You never...

Get this through your head,

you Jew motherfucker, you.

You only exist out here
because of me.

That's the only reason.

Without me, you personally,

every fucking wise guy
still around

will take a piece of
your fucking Jew ass.

Then where you gonna go?

You're fucking warned.

Don't go over my head again,
you motherfucker, you.

Crack that whip

give the past the slip

we got company.

When a problem comes along

you must whip it before
the cream sits out too long

you must whip it

you see that?
Dumb Jew motherfucker.

Grew up together and he's
acting like he don't even know me.

I know we're supposed
to avoid each other,

but there's ways to do things.

Fuck him.

To Abraham Lincoln.

To him.

Don't let it bother you.

Does it look like
it's bothering me?

Why do I give a fuck?

Fucking Oscar, too.

All the fucking
money I give him. Prick.

He won't even look over.
What's his fucking problem?

Fucking Jews stick together.

They're having a good time, too.

So are we.

Yeah? Sam, we got a problem.

What is it?
Billy: The little guy.

Nobody told him he was
eighty-sixed from the joint

so we turned our heads and made
out we didn't know who he was.

He's over at the 21 table
with his nose wide open.

Billy: He took money out
of his own kick.

His nose is open
for about $ 10,000.

Now he's really pissed.

Oh, no.

He wants a $50,000 marker.

Just give him $10,000.
That's it.

I'll be right down.

He'll come up with $10,000.

Nicky: $10,000? No, no, no.

$50,000. I said fucking $50,000!

Go get it.
I don't give a fuck where.

Fuckers. They take it but
they don't wanna give it back.

How the fuck can you grin?

How the fuck can you grin?

You know how much I'm stuck?

You give a fuck? Do you?

Yeah. Give yourself a hand,
right across your fucking mouth.

Look at this fucking
beaut they put in now.

Sherbert send you to Rob me now?

Been fucking knocking
everybody's dick all night?

Been beating the customers?

Huh, jag-off? Hit me.

Take this stiff and pound
it up your fucking ass.

Hit me again.

Take this one and stick
it up your sister's ass.

Hit me again.

That's it. Keep looking at him.

If you had any heart at all,
you'd be stealing for a living.

Hit me again! What the fuck you
keep looking at him for? You fucking...

Look at this,
20 fucking paints in a row.

Hit me again.

He's here.

You should pay as
fast as you collect.

You gotta get out of here.

Tell this Jew motherfucker
to pay that marker off.

I'm here to help you.

You're gonna Bury us both.

Just give me the money.

Give me
the fucking money, Sammy.

I'm gonna okay you $10,000.

Then you gotta get out
before the cops are all over you.

$10,000 and that's it.

What are you staring at,
you bald-headed Jew prick?

Frank: Come on.
Let's get out of here.

I'm still gonna get you, fucker.

Get out of here?

I got a marker coming. Deal.

Lawyer: Everything's changed.

You're talking about divorce.

You're asking for
alimony payments,

child support, and now custody.

I want what any
divorced woman would get.

She's only sober
about two hours a day.

From 11:00 am.
Till 1:00 in the afternoon.

If I gave her her money
and herjewels,

she's gonna piss
it away in a year.

Where would you be then?

Coming right back to me.
Right back to me.

Or finding some
other excuse to come...

We had a deal. Remember that?

He said if it didn't
work out between us,

I could get my things and leave.

Look in my eyes.

Look in my eyes.

You know me.

Do you see anything
that makes you think

I would ever let someone in your
condition take my child away from me?

Do you?

You know that won't happen.

Sam: And after all this time,

and as hard as I tried,
as much as I wanted,

I could never reach her.

I could never make her love me.

I always felt she
should have gone for it,

all that money, being somebody

for the first time in her life,

a home, a kid.

That's not what happened.

It didn't work out.

Everything all right?

Sam: What could we do?

After a while, we 'd take
breathers from each other.

Little separations.

At that time,
I remember ginger took Amy

to Beverly Hills to
spend a week shopping.

Opera Tor: Yes, Mr. Rothstein?

The Beverly hotel
in Beverly Hills.

Hotel receptionist:
Beverly hotel.

Sam: Mrs. Rothstein, please.

Hotel receptionist: Sorry, Mr. and
Mrs. Rothstein have checked out already.

Mr. and Mrs. Rothstein?

Hey, little Dale Evans.

Hotel receptionist:
Yes, they both checked out.

Thank you.

Yeah. Hello.

My wife is with
an old friend of hers in la.

Some lowlife.
A guy named Lester diamond.

My daughter is with them.

I think they're
gonna kidnap her.

Is there anybody you can send?

We'll take care of it.

We got a number and an address.

Hello?

Les ter.' Hello.

Is this Lester?

Who's calling?

This is Sam rothstein.

I want to talk to ginger.
Put her on.

She's not here, Sam.

Lester,
listen to me very carefully.

I want to talk to ginger.

I want my kid back.

I want her put on
a plane immediately.

Sam: I know she's there.
Don't fuck around.

Sam, I wouldn't.

Ginger: You shouldn't do this.

Sam: Understand?
Put her on the fucking phone.

Sam, I don't know
where she is, okay?

Lester: So, listen.

Can I call you
back in a few minutes?

Sa m: 702-472-1862.

1862. I'll call you right back.

Sa m: Right away.

Right back. You got it.

Lester: Schmuck. All right,
I just bought us a few minutes.

You want to get
back at this prick?

Okay, you got what,
$2 million in that box?

Hey, you got a minute? Hey.

He's got $2 million
in the box, am I right?

Okay, you let him keep
yourjewels.

We take the cash and the
only other thing he cares about.

Her majesty.

We go to Europe.
You dye your hair.

I don't want to go to Europe.

I want to go to
see the elephant man.

We're going to Europe.
Let the adults talk.

You dye your hair.

You get plastic surgery like
we talked about.

How much will he pay
to get this kid back...

I don't want to go to Europe.
Shut your mouth.

You shut up.

Lester: You want me to
come and smack your face?

Don't give me your shit!

This has always been a dream,
but now we're going.

Lester, he called you here.

Right.
That's who was on the phone.

I talked to him.

He knows where you are.

That means he's sending
some guys over right now.

It means he's
sitting by the phone,

like a dumbbell,
waiting for me to call.

Ginger: He's sitting by the
phone just waiting for you to call.

What are we gonna do?

He's probably got guys
outside the fucking house!

This is fucking bullshit!

Get your bag! Let's go!

What bullshit?
You want to talk it over?

Okay, you done yakking?

Go, go! Get in the car! Go!

Just relax.
Nobody's killing anybody.

Ginger:
I think he's gonna kill me.

Call me back here
in exactly an hour

on this phone.
I'll see what I can do.

I'm gonna call you back in an
hour and you're gonna be there?

I'll be here.

Listen, don't do anything
else crazy. You all right? Okay.

Knock it off.

Lester: She started it.
I'm just standing here.

You're not gonna drive.

Lester: I'm not gonna drive
with some crazy woman.

Ginger: You're driving me nuts!

Get on the passenger side!

Lester: I'm sending this
kid to Bolivia in a fucking box!

Nicky: Gin...

You can go your own way

go your own way

tell me why

everything turned...

Ginger called me.

Yeah?

I just told you she called me.

What'd she want?

She was afraid to call you.

She's with that
cocksucker again.

They got Amy.

She wants to come back but she's
afraid you're gonna whack her out.

They're gonna kidnap my kid.

What do you want?

I know.
Why didn't you come to me?

I mean, this is family.
It ain't business.

You make calls back home.
It makes us look bad out here.

You know what I mean?

Back and forth,
this one and that one.

In the meantime,
she's gone anyway.

Am I right?

What am I going to
do with this woman?

She's driving me fucking crazy.

Nicky: I think if you assure
her that she's gonna be all right,

she'll come back.

Driving me fucking crazy.

Once you get her here,
you think about it.

Wait till you get the kid back.

She wants to come back.

That's the main thing here.

You want your kid, don't you?
Huh?

Sam: Hello.

Hi, it's me.

Just who you wanted
to talk to, right?

Listen, I'm not gonna ask you
where you are.

Just, please, putamy on a plane,

any plane,
to get her here right away.

Sam: Please. That's
all I'm asking. Do you...

I mean, I don't think
she should go by herself.

What do you mean?

What I mean is...

Do you think if...

Do you think if I came back...

Do you think you
could forgive me?

I don't know. I gotta
tell you, I don't know.

I understand that.

I know I fucked up.

What about the money?
Where's the box?

I gotta tell you, I made some
mistakes, and I spent some money.

Sam: What's it under?

Pretty serious.

Sa m: How serious?

It's under $25,000.

Yeah. It's under $25, 000?

The rest of the $2
million is still there?

Yeah. I got the rest.

Okay, no big deal. That's okay.

He got his $25,000.

That I'll live with.
Any more, I couldn't.

Okay.

All right.
All right. Where are you?

I'll send a plane right away.

Hi, Sam.

So what'd you do with it?

With what?

You...

With the money.

He needed some clothes.

$25,000 on clothes?

He wanted a watch, too.

$25,000 for clothes and a watch?

Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm.

Gino: Good evening, signora.
This way.

Gino.

Sam: The good part
was I had Amy back.

So we went home,
had the housekeeper stay over,

put the kid to bed,

I calmed myself down
and we went to dinner.

I tried to keep things nice
and civil, you know, but, hey,

$25, 000 for three suits?

That doesn't make much sense.

First of all, he's not
gonna wear $1,000 suits.

Let's say he did,
which he won't,

how you gonna get fitted
for 25 suits in three days?

How could you get
fitted that fast?

I can't and I pay twice as much.

I bought him a watch, too.

Yeah.

But even if you bought
him a really nice watch,

one he thought was nice...

He doesn't know what
the fuck a good watch is.

Say you 9010, 12 grand...

Yeah.

At the most, which
is impossible, for him.

Plus, at the most, three suits,

$1,000 apiece,
that still leaves what?

Around $10,000?

Would you knock it off, Sam?

I'm just trying
to figure it out.

There's nothing to figure out.

I'm home. We're working it out.

But I've been told before,
"we're working it out."

You think that you're home,

after what you just put me
through with Amy, as a favor to me?

So, counting the watch,
let's say another $4,000

for expenses over the weekend,

of which you must
have had a good time.

I know he did, that's for sure.

I know that fucking piece of
shit had a good fucking time.

On my money.

You might as well
have fucked him,

which you probably did anyway.

You're looking at
me a certain way.

You're teary-eyed, huh?

You're upset.

You're a good actress,
you know that?

Good fucking actress.

You can fucking get
that pity out of people.

I'm not ajohn. You understand?

You always thought I was,
but I'm not.

And I'm not a sucker.

That fucking pimp cocksucker.

He's lucky
I didn't kill him last time.

Lucky he's fucking living.

If you'd stayed with Amy,

and you'd have ran away, he
would have been fucking dead.

Both of you. Dead. Dead.

Ginger:
Ican't fucking live like this.

No, it isn't right.
It isn't fair.

What do you...

Of course. Yes.

He doesn't come home at night.

What is the big fucking deal?
I go...

I just can't fucking take it.

Why should I fucking take it?

That wasn't the deal.

He acts like I'm the only one
around here with a fucking past.

He'll never let me live it down.

Well, yes, I have tried.

Of course I've tried.

What the fuck do you think
I came back here for?

No, I'm not.
I want to have him killed.

Yes, I want him killed.
I've fucking had it.

So are you with me on this?

You want to get rid of me?
Here I am.

Go ahead. Get rid of me.

Hello?

Yes, I do!

I fucking hate you!
I can't take it anymore!

Yes, I want to kill you!

I hate your fucking guts!

Sam: You hate my guts?

I'm sick of being with you!

I want you to come with me now!

Come with me now.

I want you out.
I want you out of here.

I want you out of here!

I want you out of here!

Take your fucking bag
and get out!

I want my money right now!

You'll get your money,
don't worry.

The arrangement is over.

No kidding!

And I still get my money.

I need some cash now!

You can't just put
me in the street!

You haven't been straight
with me since we met!

You never loved me!

I need eyes in the back of
my fucking head with you, bitch!

How could I love you?

You treat me like
I'm your fucking dog!

Sam: You're lower than a dog!

Ginger: Fuck you!

Here! Here!
Is this enough money?

Will it last you two
fucking days? Take it!

Greedy bitch.
Take the fucking money.

I'm going to the bank
and getting myjewelry!

Good. It opens at
9:00 am. Be there.

Don't send your guys down
there to stop me! I mean it!

I guarantee you,
I will not stop you.

You don't get rid of me
with one suitcase!

Come back tomorrow for the rest.

Get out of here. Fine!

I'm taking Amy. You're not.

I'm waking her up right now.

You're a junkie. Get out.

She's my daughter too!

Send my lawyers a letter,
god fucking damn you!

Ginger: You're not
getting away with this!

You're not gonna
cut me out of my end!

Fucked

Sam: The funny thing was,
after all that, I didn't want her to go.

She was the mother of my kid.
I loved her.

And later, I realized I didn't
want to give her the money

because if I did,

I knew I'd never see her again.

Have a good day at
school, okay? Okay.

Okay, angel.

From now on, I have to know
where you and Amy are at all times.

Here's a beeper.

I want you to keep it on you.

It's very light.

So I can call you
whenever I have to.

Okay?

Nicky:
What are you supposed to do?

You want to stay
the way you are?

You can't do that.

Two people don't get along,
at some point you gotta call it.

It's not my business,
but that's what you gotta do.

You're right. I know.

I was just...

What? What?

Nothing. What
were you gonna say?

I don't...

Tell me what you were gonna say.

Yeah. Yeah?

I was thinking maybe
you know somebody at the bank

who could help me
get myjewelry out.

There's a lot of money in there.

I'd be willing to take care of
anybody who helped me out.

Let me think about that.

Okay.

Let me see who I got.

Gotta get somebody
I can trust, you know?

Yeah, 'cause you know he's
never gonna give me myjewelry.

He holds that key so tight,
it's probably up his ass.

You're right. That's Sammy.

And he's probably
got it there, too.

He's so fucking lucky.

I could have buried him.

I could have gone to Europe
and taken the baby.

Then he'd have tracked me
down and he'd have killed me.

No, he wouldn't. I would have.

He'd have been right.
Senousw. Come on.

You don't take a guy's kid
and then take off.

I didn't.

I did, but then I did exactly what
you told me to do, and came back.

You did. You're right.
You did. I like that.

That's what I like about you.

You did the right thing.

I did what you told me.
Yes, you did.

You always tell me
the right thing to do.

Yeah.

He really fucked himself
up out here, didn't he?

He sure did.

Everything went to his head.

Changed. Changed.

He did.
He ain't the same person.

No, he's not.

He really thinks
who the fuck he is.

Exactly.

He hates me.
He hates my fucking guts.

Come on. You're a toughie.

You can take this.

Don't cry.

I'm not as tough
as you think I am.

Yes, you are.

He scares the shit out of me.

I never know what he's gonna do.

Come on.

Don't be scared.

I need some help. I do.

I need some help.

You gotta help me.

I need a new sponsor, Nicky.

I do. I need a new sponsor.

Is that what you want?

Yeah.

A sponsor? Yeah.

Okay.

Don't worry about it.

Nobody will fuck
with you anymore.

I'll take care of you. Yes,
I will. Take care of me.

It's what you want, isn't it?

Thank you. Yeah.

It's what you want?

Agent: You see that?
That's ace's wife.

Why you fool

you poor,
sad, worthless, foolish fool

fantastic.

For the
hard years I have suffered

till things broke your way

this is great for the boss.

That says we must part

I am tearing it to pieces
the way you tore up my heart

I smile when you kiss me
and I thrill at your touch

my only sin was I loved you

much too much

You didn't answer yourbeepen

I threw it away.

You threw it away?

Look, I tried to do it.

I know you want me to, but...

Driving down the freeway,
the fucking thing's beep, beep!

I'm in a restaurant,
it's embarrassing.

I don't want to do it anymore.

Where's Amy?

I put her to bed.

Oh. I got your cigarettes.

Oscar wants you to call him.

So who'd you go to lunch with?

With Jennifer.

Where'd you go?

To the riviera.

What'd you have?

I had a salad.

What did Jennifer have?

She had the same.

Okay.

I want you to call Jennifer,

and I want you to tell her to
tell you what you had for lunch.

And I'm gonna listen
in on the other line.

Why do you want to do that?

You know why I want to do it.

Just do it.

Fine.

I just need to get
the bowl for my thing.

The line's busy.
There's nobody there.

Jennifer: Hello.
Hello, Jennifer. It's Sam.

All right. I didn't
have lunch with Jennifer.

Who were you with?

I was with somebody.

I know you were with somebody.

Who was it?

I just hope it's not someone
who I think it might be.

I just hope it's not that.

Sam: I knew she fucked around.

She did what she did,
I did what I had to do.

But, Jesus, Nicky was the
worst thing she could have done.

What if he won't stop?

Sa m:
It could get us both killed.

I can back him off.

Sam: She was very convincing
when she wanted to be.

This is how she backed him off.

Hey, ginger,

don't forget,
ifyou're challenged,

if he asks anything,
deny everything.

You understand?

I don't want him
bringing beefs back home.

'Cause that could really
cause a serious problem.

Got to be careful.

He's not dumb, you know?

You hear what I'm saying?

I know. You don't
have to tell me that.

Do you think I'm stupid?

Do I think you're stupid? No.

I think you're beautiful.
But I gotta go.

Sam: Nicky now had things
so fucked up on the streets

that every time
Marino went back home,

the packages got
smaller and smaller.

When he walked into the place,

he didn't know whether he was
going to be kissed or killed.

Remo: Frankie,
I want to ask you something.

It's private.

But I want you to
tell me the truth.

Of course, remo.

I want you to tell me
the truth, mind you.

I always tell you the truth,
remo.

Frankie, the little guy,

he wouldn't be fucking
the Jew's wife, would he?

Because if he is,
it's a problem.

Frank: What could I say?

I knew if! Gave
the wrong answer,

Nicky, ginger, ace, all of them
could have wound up getting killed.

There's one thing
about these old-timers.

They don't like any fucking
around with the other guys' wives.

It's bad for business.

So I lied,

even though I knew
that by lying to gaggi,

I could wind up
getting killed, too.

No, I ain't seen
anything like that.

Are you sure?

I'm positive.

Remo, things are very fucked
up down there, you know.

I know. That's why I'm asking.

You see,
my main concern is Nicky.

I want to know if he's
doing all right, if he's okay.

He's good. He's fine.

I'm asking you, Frankie,
to keep an eye on Nicky.

Do it for me.

No problem.

I wouldn't want to be
jeopardizing anything

for people who are our friends.

Understand? I understand.

Okay.

Frankie, you're a good boy.

Thanks, remo.

Sam: By now, Nicky and his
crew had already hit rock bottom.

Vegas really got to him.

The booze, the coke, the broads.

I mean, he got sloppy.

He just wasn't
the same Nicky anymore.

You must have drank too much.

Go fuck yourself.

Sam: One night he had
to belt a guy three

times before the guy
finally went down.

In the old days, Nicky would
have decked him with one shot.

You add this into the mix...

Maybe just Vegas
got to all of us.

His crew followed him
right over the edge.

They were all tuned up
half the time on coke.

They started
doing stupid things.

The worst was blue.

What do you guys want?

Police! Stay in the car!

He never knew
when to keep his mouth shut.

Cop #1: Drop the gun!

Fuck you!

Sam: The cops shot him.

They shot blue because they
thought his hero sandwich was a gun.

They could have been right
but who knows?

Cop #1: Christ. What gun?

Cop #2: He's got
a fucking hero sandwich.

Cop #1: What do you want?
It's pitch black.

It's tinfoil.
It looked like a gun!

Cop #2: You fucking moron! I'll be filling
out paperwork for the next two months!

Cop #1: I'm sorry!
Cop #2: You jerk-off!

Sam: To get even, Nicky's
crew got stoned one night

and they started shooting up
the cops' houses.

They couldn't talk
in the gold rush anymore

because the feds
put a wire in the wall.

When they talked outside,
they had to cover their mouths...

He's covering up.

Sam: Because the feds
brought in lip readers.

Nicky found out from a teller
who owed him money.

Frank: He asked me again
about you and the Jew's wife.

Nicky: Walk, walk, walk.
What'd you say?

He asked me again about
you and the Jew's wife.

Yeah? What'd you tell him?

I told him
I didn't know nothing.

Jiggs and Tony gorilla said if
you did anything, you're fucked up.

You think he's going home
making a beef behind my back?

Nah, you would
have heard something.

What's to stop him?

I know, I know.

I don't trust him anymore,

but they'd never okay
anything, you know?

Yeah, but they
keep asking about it.

Sure they're asking.

They earn with the prick.

I got a funny feeling

he's gonna start a fucking
war or something.

I'm not sure yet, but you
know what I want you to do?

Who's this guy? Who's this guy?

That ain't nobody.

You know what I want you to do?

Get a couple of guys
to dig a hole in the desert,

then let them show
you where it's at.

Angelo and buster.

I'm not sure yet.

They'll do it.

When I'm ready,
I'll say the word.

Go see the Jew,
and you make it disappear.

Just let me know.
But you gotta be ready.

You know what I'm saying?

Did I say to do anything?
I said I'm not sure.

I'll let you know.
I want to think about it.

Where these pricks at?

Dominick said
they're in the motel?

There or in the fucking
bank. I don't know.

All over the joint.

I can't get no

satisfaction

I can't get me no...

And I try and I try

I can't get no

I can't get me no...

Be right back.
I'll be right back.

Rudy. Any calls,
give them to Mr. Sherbert.

I'll be right back.

Sure, Mr. Rothstein.

I'm going home
for a few seconds.

He's on his way home.

Oh, yeah?

Hello?

Hello?

Ginger?

Amy: Help, daddy!

Amy? Amy, open the door!

Amy: Ican't! I'm tied!

What happened?

Who did this to you? Mommy.

I'll get a knife and
cut you loose, honey.

Amy: No, please, please.

Okay, papa'll be right back.

When did this happen, honey?

Amy: I don't know.

What time did
your mother do this?

When did she leave?

I don't know.

Sam: Oh.

Hello. Nicky: Sammy.

Yeah. Who's this? Nick?

Yeah. You okay?

No, I'm not okay.
How'd you know I was here?

I just wanted to talk to you.

Ginger's missing.

She tied Amy up in her room.

I gotta find her.
I don't know where she is.

Ginger's at
the leaning tower with me.

She's there with you?

Yeah, she's here.
I'll be right over.

All right.

Coming over.

Great.

Ace, listen, don't
make a scene, all right?

I want to talk to her.

She didn't know who to turn to.

She's trying to
save your marriage.

Nicky, I want to talk
to that fucking bitch.

Hey.

Be fucking nice.

Calm.

Be nice.

Don't fuck up in here.

Hi, Sam. Are you out
of your fucking mind?

You tie up our kid
and lock the fucking door?

Are you out of your mind?

That's our child.
Are you out of your mind?

Itwasjust for a while.

The baby-sitter wasn't there.

I ought to fucking
have you committed.

You do that again, I'll...

I was just gonna be
out for a little while.

She was asleep.

I was gonna be back
before she woke up.

Listen, you fucking cunt.
Listen to me.

Fuck you.
Let me tell you something.

Listen to me. Listen carefully.

You ever touch her again, you
ever do anything like that again,

I'll fucking kill you,
pure and simple.

Pure and fucking simple.

Why don't you just let me go?

You fucking whore.

I'll sign anything
you want me to.

I just want the key to
myjewelry and you to let me go.

You want your jewelry?
Let me go.

And let you disgrace me,
you fucking pig?

Get up and be a mother.

Get in the car and go
to the house right now.

Get up and get in the...

Get up. Get up!

I wouldn't do
that if I were you.

Get up. Get up.

Get going. Get up! Get the...

Are you threatening me?

I'll fucking kill you
in this place.

Get up and go home.

I'm going! You...

You need approval
from him to go home?

So what?

Who fucking blew you in the
parking lot before you came in?

You make me sick, you fucking...

Once a hooker, always a hooker.

Oh, fuck you!

Fuck you, Sam rothstein!
Fuck you!

I can't get me no

satisfaction

I can't get no

satisfaction

yeah, Billy sherbert, please.
Put him on.

Bill y: Who's this?

Billy, I'll explain later.

You got a gun at home?

Bring it over right away.

Okay. Takeiteasy. Hidoit

leave it where it is!

Where is he? I want
that Jew bastard killed!

Calm down.

Hide her car in the back.

Ginger: There's no reason to.
He already knows!

What did I say?

Supposing he goes home
and makes a beef?

I gotta know
exactly what you said.

Me? I said nothing.
I said, "no, no, no."

Everything he said,
I just kept saying no.

I told you this was
fucking dangerous.

I said, "ginger, this is a
dangerous situation. Be very careful."

If it's so dangerous,
why don't you kill him?

I'm not gonna kill him.
Shut the fuck up.

Have him killed,
and get it over with!

Don't be such a smart ass!

I know the guy 35 years, I'm
gonna fucking whack him for you?

Motherfucker.

I knew this. I knew it.

What about my money?

How the fuck am I gonna
get your money now?

You think he's gonna give
you fucking money?

Look what you did
to this fucking guy!

If you would have
justkeptyour fucking mouth shut.

What the fuck is the use!

I should've never
got involved. Hey.

You motherfucker, you!

Ginger: You fuck! You fucker!

Nicky: Get the fuck out of here.

Get out! Get the fuck out!

Frank:
Oh, calm down. Take it easy!

Nicky: Get up! I should never
have gotten involved!

Frank: You'll fucking
kill her. Take it easy.

Nicky: Get her out of here.

Let's go. That's right.

Get the fuck out of here.

I don't need you!

I'll get my own fucking money!

Nicky: All right, all right.

I'm going to the FBI!

I'm not scared anymore!

Nicky: Be careful.

You've fucked with
me for the last time!

Okay, yeah.

Be careful. Okay.
Come on. Get inside.

Can you believe that?

Look at this motherfucker.

I fucked up, Frankie.

I fucked up good this time.

I should never have started
with this fucking broad.

Take it easy. What could you do?

I mean, she threw
herself at you, right?

I'm in a bad fucking spot here.

You know that? Huh?

Bad fucking spot.

Sa m: I 'd left
the kid with neighbors

and I had $1 million
in cash and jewels

that I gave to
sherbert to lock up.

Put it in the hotel safe, then I
want you to come right back.

She's alone.

Take the gun and go into Amy's.

Sam: Wait there for me.

Ginger: Get down here and
talk to me, god damn it!

Don't fucking ignore me,
you motherfucker!

I mean it!

You come down here right now!

Get down here and
talk to me, god damn it!

Fuck you!
God damn you, come out here!

I'm gonna drive your fucking
car through the living room!

You fucking coward!

You motherfucker, you!

Come out here and
talk to me, you fucker!

Will you stop it?

You're drunk. You're on drugs.

I am not!

You're gonna be sorry if you
don't stop it. Don't you threaten me!

Ginger: You are not
threatening me anymore!

You fuck!
You fuck! I'm sick of you!

I am fucking Nicky santoro!
I am!

He's my new sponsor!

Ginger:
How about that, you fuckhead!

What are you looking at?
Fuck off!

Hey. Hey. Ginger: Go inside!

This is none of your business!

I don't have to
take your shit anymore!

Jeff: Hey

I'll go to the FBI!
I will go to the police!

I am not protecting you anymore!

Randy: Mrs. Rothstein. Okay.

Ginger: He won't let me inside!

Ginger: He won't let me inside!

Mr. Rothstein, I'm sorry.

We've been getting some
complaints about the noise.

I'm trying to get in my house.

He won't let me in.

I'm sorry, Randy,
I'm not gonna let her in.

I'm not gonna let her in
the way she's behaving.

Sam: Who knows what
you'll do in there.

What?

I've been in the same
clothes for two days!

I want to get some things!

How about we just let her in
the house to get a few things?

Jeff: This is half her house.

I'm afraid to.

Ginger: You aren't afraid,
you fucker!

Let me in the house!

Hey. Randy: All right.

Randy: Please! Fucked

ginger: You ought to be afraid,
the way you fucking treat me!

It'll make it
easier on everybody.

Jeff: Let her get her things,
we'll be out of your hair.

If she calms down,
I will let her in.

Ginger: I am calm!

Randy: No, you're not.

If she calms down,

I will let her in
for five minutes

if you gentlemen
will escort her out

if she happens
to not want to leave.

Can I go in?
That's not a problem.

Jeff, would you go in with her?

Yes. Fine! Fuck you!

Ginger: You won't
believe how mean he is.

He's locked up my
important stuff.

All my papers.
I have to get them.

Don't let him come up.

I know
they're in the desk. Fuck.

Just pay attention.

He could come up
here at any time.

Are you watching for him?

Got them.

I don't want her in there
more than a few more minutes.

We got other things to do, too.

I'll hurry her up.

How's everything
else besides this?

Fine.

How's your family?

Not bad. In fact,
my wife's pregnant again.

Oh, good. Congratulations.

Thanks. Yeah.

We're kind of happy about that.

I just have to get this one
more thing and then we can go.

Shit! Fuck!

Shit! God!

Oh, that pisses me off!
Don't worry about it.

It would be great if you
guys follow me out of here,

because he's been
threatening me.

Take care. Thank you.

I just need
to pick up a little cash.

Could you come with me?

You've got to stop her.

Charlie: I'm sorry, Sam.
What can I do?

She's a fucking junkie.

She's out of her fucking mind!

She has the keys.

It's still in both your names.

I'm sorry,
there's nothing I can do.

I'd like to help.

Legahy,
she can't take that stuff.

Half of everything is mine.

Charlie:
There's nothing I can do.

I'm coming down.

Ginger: Shit. God damn it.

I'm gonna need a bag.

If you could just ask
the guy for the big bag.

Go get a bag, man.

Here, here.

Lady, lcan1takeit

no, you can. You've
been so nice to me.

Just hold the top open,
all right?

And I can...

Oh, god, it's him.
You have to stop him.

He said he was gonna kill me.

You should just stop him.

Mr. Rothstein, wait a minute.

Hold on a second.
Hold on a second.

Sam: She's driving away.

Randy:
There's nothing we can do.

Sam: Look, look.

You can't stop her for speeding?

Look what she's doing.

Randy: She had the keys.

Jeff: She's on the account.

Let's pull her over
at that citgo station.

Okay. Let's do it.

FBI agent: We're placing you
under arrest for...

For what?

FBI agent: We're placing you
under arrest for aiding and abetting...

For aiding and abetting...

But I'm just trying to leave.

Sa m: After all
the threats and the bullshit,

ginger didn't
tell them anything.

By then the feds
didn't need her anyway.

But it was mine.

Sam: They had all they needed.

I didn't do anything.

Sa m:
Everybody began to tumble...

FBI agent:
FBI! We have a warrant!

Sam: One after the other,
like dominoes.

Between piscano
complaining on the wire,

Nicky,
ginger, me and my license,

paradise, we managed
to really fuck it all up.

Nicky Jr.: Mom.

Jennifer: Yeah, someone's
at the fucking door.

FBI agent: FBI.
We have a search warrant.

Nicky: I got wind of the
pinches coming down, so I took off.

Who needs to hang
around for that?

My name is Mark Casper, FBI.

Jennifer: Can I make
a fucking phone call?

Hold on. Make a phone call
but don't talk to us like that.

FBI agents:
Everybody, out of the room.

Over to the alarm.

Nicky: But they got
almost everybody else.

Official #1:
This area is seized!

Get the master account list.

I want all papers seized,
regardless of what they are.

Official #2:
Put every box on the table.

Official #1: Oh, yes. Here
we are. Little craps figures.

Sam: Green? Don't even ask.

$30,000 of yours.

It wasn't valid.

I was being extorted.

I'll tell you what
you want to know.

I've got nothing to hide.

Nicky: Now for the best.
I couldn't believe this shit.

Piscano's expense
reports took the cake.

Fbiagent #1:
This is good. Bingo.

Nicky: He might as well
have given them a blueprint.

Names,
addresses, dates, everything.

Fbiagent #1: Look at this.

Thank you so much, Mr. Piscano.

How considerate of you.

Those are my mother's books.

FBI agent #2:
You're under arrest.

Nicky: Fucking balloon-head.

Mrs. Piscano:
What are you doing?

Wait! Wait a minute! He's sick!

FBI agent #1: Move back.

Mrs. Piscano: God! It's
his heart! Is he breathing?

Sam: Artie got so upset,
he had a heart attack

and dropped dead
in front of his wife.

FBI agent #1: Calm down! Mrs.
Piscano: Artie! No, I won't calm down!

Mrs. Piscano: He's my husband!
FBI agent #1: We can't help...

Sam: And at the end of the day,
they came to see me with the pictures.

FBI agent #1: Why protect
a friend who betrayed you?

Sam: But I didn't want
to look at them.

I didn't want to look at the
guys who brought them either.

Lawyer: Your honor, as you can
see, my clients are elderly and infirm.

Any incarceration could
pose a serious health risk.

Nicky: Some of
the bosses were so old,

they needed doctors
at their arraignment.

Lawyer: Pre-trial services
recommends bail as set.

Judge:
We're going to take a recess.

Nicky: When it looked like
they could get 25 years to life

for skimming a casino,

sick or no fucking sick, people
were going to get clipped.

The day of the arraignment, they had
this meeting in the back of the courthouse.

See, when something
like this happens,

you know how things
are gonna work out.

It's always better
with no witnesses.

So what aboutandy?

He won't talk.
Stone is a good kid.

Stand-up guy just
like his old man.

That's the way I see it.

I agree. He's solid.
He's a fucking marine.

He's okay. He always was.

Remo, what do you think?

Look,

why take a chance?

At least, that's the way
I feel about it.

Andy: Call Artie.
Tell him, I don't care what.

He's got to be in my office
Thursday morning before 11:00.

It's important.

I gotta have a
conversation with that guy...

Nicky: As much as they
liked him, he wasn't one of us.

He wasn't Italian.

As far as they knew,
he could have talked.

Otherwise,
stoney might still be alive.

Nicky: The first one to
skip was John Nance.

He found a nice, warm,
secluded place in Costa Rica.

He thought nobody
would find him there.

Nicky: But then his kid got
nabbed by the feds for drugs.

Naturally, the bosses were
afraid he'd come out of hiding

just to save his kid
and give them all up.

Hit man:
Where you going, jag-off?

Nicky: But, anyway,
they all had to follow.

Everybody went down.

Fuck you.

Nicky: Before you knew it,
anybody who knew anything

wound up getting whacked.

Ginger: Oh, no! No. No.

Sa m: After ginger took off,
she wasn't much help to anybody.

She found some pimps,
lowlifes, druggies and bikers in la.

In a few months, they
went through all the money

and all the jewels.

To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is
a house in New Orleans

Sam: After they found her body, I
had a private doctor do another autopsy.

He said they gave her
a hot dose.

In the end, all she had left was
$3, 600 in mint condition coins.

Sam: No matter what
the feds or the papers

might have said
about my car bombing,

it was amateur night,
you could tell.

Whoever it was, they put the
dynamite under the passenger side.

But what they didn't know, what
nobody outside the factory knew,

was that that model car was made

with a metal plate
under the driver's seat.

It's the only thing
that saved my life.

The bombing was never authorized

but I suspect
I know who lit the fuse.

Mikey: Hey, Nicky.

Sam: And so did
the powers that be.

How you doing?

Nicky: It took months for
everything to calm down.

But, finally,
my guys got out on bail,

and the bosses wanted me to send

my brother
Dominick out to Vegas.

Always the dollars.

Always the fucking dollars.

I mean, it was still way too hot
for me to even go near Vegas.

So I set up a meeting with
the guys way out in the sticks.

I didn't want my
brother fucked around.

What's right is right.

They don't give a fuck about...

Dominick: Holy fucking...

What the fuck...

Come on, motherfucker!

Tough guy!
You and your fucking brother!

Frank:
You fucking scumbag! No more!

Nicky: Frankie!

Frank: No more! You see? Watch!

Frankie! You piece of shit!

Frank:
Fuck you, you motherfucker!

Nicky:
Fucking punk, motherfucker!

Piece of shit!

Nicky: No! No! No! No!

Frank:
Take this motherfucker out!

Nicky:

Oh, Dominick.

Nicky:
Frankie, leave the kid alone.

He's still breathing.
Leave him alone.

Frankie.

Frank: All right. Strip him.

Nicky: No balls.
You got no fucking balls.

Oh, Dominick.

Oh, Dominick.

Dominick. Dominick.

Dominick.

Dominick.

Frank: Come on, come on.

Bury them?

Bury them.

Sam: The word was out.

The bosses had enough of Nicky.

They had enough.

How much were they gonna take?

So they made an example
of him and his brother.

They buried them while
they were still breathing.

Mister, you all right?
Vvatch out! Yeah.

Mister, you all right?

Yeah.

Sam:
They had other ideas for me.

Medic:
You sure are lucky, mister.

Sa m: The town will
never be the same.

After the tangiers, the big
corporations took it all over.

Today it looks like Disneyland.

While the kids play
cardboard pirates,

mommy and daddy drop house
payments and junior's college money

on the poker slots.

In the old days,
dealers knew your name,

what you drank, what you played.

Today, it's like
checking into an airport.

If you order room service, you're
lucky if you get it by Thursday.

Today it's all gone. A whale
shows up with $4 million in a suitcase

and some
25-year-old hotel school kid

is gonna want his
social security number.

After the teamsters
got knocked out of the box,

the corporations tore down
practically all the old casinos.

And where did the money come
from to rebuild the pyramids?

Junk bonds.

Sam: Still not sure?

Probable. Maybe questionable.

Let me know as soon
as you can find out.

Sam: But in the end, I wound
up right back where I started.

I could still pick winners

and I could still make money
for all kinds of people back home.

And why mess up a good thing?

And that's that.

Sometimes I wonder why
I spend the lonely nights

dreaming of a song

the melody haunts my reverie

and I am once again with you

when our love was new

and each kiss an inspiration

ah, but that was long ago

and now my consolation

is in the stardust of a song

beside a garden wall

when stars were bright

and you were in my arms

the nightingale
told his fairy tale

Of paradise where roses grew

Though I dream in vain

in my heart it will remain

my stardust melody

the memory of love's refrain