The Killing Game

The Killing Game


[music playing] [music playing] [dramatic music playing] A natural. Bank wins. [exhale] It’s a one shot bet
on the next hand. If it’s a tie, I pay 21-1. Ooh, that’s a long shot. And I’ll take $100. What about you, Julian? Sure, why not? $500. $1,000. I’ll stick with the bank. [chatter] -Naturally–
-Mhm. House wins again. Oh! Food’s ready, let’s eat. [gasp] I won! [chatter and laughter] We’re alone now. What’s on your mind? Uh. How, um, come you had a
kitchen on every floor? I don’t know. How come you have six
bathrooms in your house? Seven. Seven? I guess Americans are
fanatics when it comes to owning kitchens and butlers. Would you like a drink? No, thanks. We have to believe
the President. It’s my duty as
the Mayor and it’s your duty as a businesswoman. You’re free to travel,
to import, to export. Why should the
President be limited as to whom he sells arms? But he lied to us. No, no, he didn’t lie. He forgot. I worked very hard
to build that house. I designed it. I picked out the carpets and
the drapes and the wallpaper. [sigh] I entertained his
business associates there. (BITTERLY) I made
Perry what he is today. Man has no class. [weeping] He wants to divorce
me and marry our maid. [sobs] He wants me to divorce him! Well, she is not going
to end up in my house. Do you know I haven’t even been
to the country club this week? [sob] I’m so humiliated, I can’t
even show my face there. [sniff] Look, you’re very
beautiful girl. You shouldn’t be
carrying drinks around. And what do you think
I should be doing? Raising [inaudible]? So? What do you want to do about it? I, uh, I want to get
rid of the two of them. That’s going to cost you. A lot. I don’t care. OK. Tell Perry that you
are deeply [inaudible]. That you want to have
the time to explain things to your friends
at the country club. And then go to the Bahamas. Don’t stay with the
Petersons and don’t come back until I say so. Oh, I feel just awful. Uh, you can understand,
why I, I have to this? Absolutely. Leave everything
until the morning. The maid will clean up. I’d like to spend the night. Now, you know I never mix
business with pleasure. Well, If you ever
change your mind– Thank you, Vonda. Goodnight. Goodnight. [music playing] [quiet chattering] [champagne glasses clink] [kiss] [dramatic music playing] [sudden splash] [whispers] Perry? (ALARMED) Max! What, what is this? Is it some kind of joke? Let’s put the gun away. [screaming] [electric sparking] [dramatic music playing] Come on. [kissing noises] [electric guitar] No. Ready? [electric guitar] [giggling] [giggling] [dramatic music playing] [door opening] [gasp]
-Oh, shit! Debbie! [gasp] [dramatic music playing] Get out. Get out! [radio alarm goes off] MICHAEL (ON RADIO):
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Christie with the news. Good morning to ya, Jane. JANE (ON RADIO): Well,
good morning, Michael. Before I start
the news though, I want to share with
you and our listeners this article I
read this morning. MICHAEL (ON RADIO): OK. JANE (ON RADIO): Mmk? No, I really hope I don’t offend
any Italians because, myself, I’m Italian and
German descent, OK? Now, listen to this. Under the Mussolini rule, a man
may not kiss a girl in public– [loud grunting] Unless [inaudible]. Well, [inaudible]
arrested for kissing his fiance in the street. [loud grunting] Now the next day,
he [inaudible]. [loud grunting] 32 years later, the soldier
is retiring as a General. But he was deprived
of his pension because he was an ex-con. [loud grunting] MICHAEL (ON RADIO): Well,
that’s just not fair. JANE (ON RADIO): I know. Now, the moral of
the story, remember, is that I am real
glad my grandfather didn’t miss the boat coming to
this great country of power. [laughter] Well, let’s get
on with the news. [gasping] It seems mafia leader Antonio
Marteezi is in the news again. [bird chirping] [knocking] Come on. Good morning, Jeff. Good morning,
you look horrible. [scoff]
-Why, why thank you. I should. I got about an hour’s
sleep last night. Oh, poor baby. My heart bleeds for you. [blows on bird] I saw those chicks
leave this morning. Can’t I have your leftovers? I don’t think, uh, your
wife would like that. My wife. Every time she sleeps
with me it’s like she’s doing me a big favor. And she does me
one favor a month. Yeah, that’s Rhonda. Look, hey, I’m sorry
I’m going to have to beat you this morning. Loser buys breakfast. Sic ’em, Ohai. [laughs] Wait a minute, wait a minute! My partner’s
threatening to break up the partnership if I don’t
show up at the office one more day. So what else is new? So you know what I said to him? I said, fuck you, pal. Hey, I don’t need this shit. You know, I’m finding out
there’s a lot more to life than having a law degree from
UCLA, fancy office in Beverly Hills, a wife who’s
forever nagging me, and an erratic Jewish
partner with an ulcer. Spends half his days
worrying, drinking milk, and taking pills. Jeff, you’ve been
complaining about this to me for the last five years. Why don’t you do
something about it? I am doing something about it. I’ve been asking you to
let you work with you. Work with me? What if I tell you, I envy you. You envy me? [phew] He envies me! Tell you what we’ll
do, we’ll trade. You can have Kathleen, and I’ll
have the ten new girls a week. The grass is always
greener on the other side. Yeah, well, that’s not grass
that’s on the other side that’s green that you’re seeing. It’s Kathleen’s face mask. I haven’t seen her real
face since Christmas. God! I need to put some
excitement into my life! Let me work with you. Jeff, you’re a lawyer. You know what’s
legal and what’s not. I know what I’m
getting myself into. At least you can trust me. You know you can, Max. I’ll think about it. Yeah, well. Don’t take five years to do it. Are you coming? Laura, I’m sorry. I’m going to have to take
a raincheck this time. -Sure, OK.
-OK, bye. Bye. When did you get back? Today. How long you in
town for this time? Oh, a couple of days. Come on! Get in, let’s go. We have to go pick up Chris. Fine, fine, come on. [engine starts] [honking] Listen, he already ate,
so don’t feed him, OK? OK, um– [car door slams] All right. I can do it. Uh? Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot. That’s it. [groan] [baby giggling] What are you doing? Chris, you ready to take a nap? No. [laughter] Can I get you something? No, no, I’m fine. Is something wrong? No. Why do you say that? You just seem kind
of quiet today. Uh, I was just thinking. Oh. You having problems at work? No, no, work’s, uh,
work’s just fine. Come on, Chris. Time for your nap. [inaudible], here. Go and take this. Max, please, I– Come on, buy something
for your boy, all right? I still have some left
from the last time. Don’t argue with me, huh? Come here. [kissing] Just take it, just take it. Come on, Chris. -No.
-Come on. No. We’re gonna come right back. Come on, honey.
-Mummy. Come on. Mummy. [music playing] You know, I love you more than
anything I’ve loved in my life? Then marry me! What if it happens again? Oh, Debbie! How many times do I have to
tell you, she meant nothing. Absolutely nothing. I’m sorry. She was just, she was just a
girl I met on the beach, OK? Come on, I’m really sorry. If I trust you again,
you won’t break my heart? Cross my heart and hope to die. Oh, don’t say that. Don’t ever say die. [kissing] I love you so much. Then the answer’s yes? Yes. Yes! I am going to be the best
thing that ever happened to you. Is [inaudible]
the Maid of Honor? Your sister? Sure, why not. [waves crashing] Why can’t you stay tonight? I told you I have to go. [sigh] You know, I feel like
a high price prostitute. You come into my life once
a month when you’re in town, we go to bed, and
you pay me $1,000. (ANGRILY) Don’t you ever
say that again, you hear me? I’m sorry. You are not a prostitute! Jesus, I love you, Gloria. I told you, I have
business to take care of. But one day I’ll come
for you and Chris and we’ll all live together. You understand? Yeah. [sigh] [sigh] Hey, Max! Yo, Max. Hey, Max! Come on up. It’s open. [seagulls calling] Mailman. Oh, thanks. Hey, you want some
coffee or something? No, it’s OK. How about a little tennis? Yeah, sure. I’ll just change my,
uh, shirt in a second. I sold my practices
of last night, huh? You are looking at a free man. Congratulations. Now you’ve got more time on
your hands to watch what I do. And what’s that
supposed to mean? Jeff you are a dear friend,
but a very nosy neighbor. Huh. You know, one day you’re going
to miss me when I’m gone. Yeah, sure. I can’t believe
the change that’s come over Kathleen lately. She actually woke up by
10 o’clock in the morning yesterday, fixed me breakfast,
and then surprised me with a cruise to the Bahamas. Can you believe it? Maybe I ought to go,
see what happens. What do you think? What’s wrong, Max? What’s wrong, Max? So now I’ll– I’ll meet you
at your place in an hour, OK? For Christ’s sake, can’t
you tell me what’s wrong? Nothing’s wrong. Come on, I’ll see
you at your house. Let’s go. [phone ringing] All right. [phone ringing] Hello? FEMALE VOICE (ON PHONE):
What happened, Max? Where the hell are
you calling from? My house. I told you not to come
back until I said so. Oh, I couldn’t wait any longer. We can’t talk right now. I need to meet with you. Why didn’t you do it, Max? Why didn’t you kill
him, you son of a bitch? You told me you
were going to do it. We had a deal, Max! Why didn’t you kill them? Max? Max, are you there? Answer me. [scoff] Max! Max? Who’s at the house now? Oh, the maid and the
gardener, and the poolman’s here cleaning the
pool and the jacuzzi. The maid told me my
husband and the little slut went to New York for a week. When did she tell you that? Just now. Max? Max, are you there? Oh! [music playing] I need a quarter. [music playing] [engine starting] All right, tell me again, Max. Mary was visiting us. Who’s Mary? My wife’s sister. Your sister-in-law? [scoff] What’d you say? (LOUDLY) I said, yes. My wife’s sister is
my sister-in-law! Yes! Where was she staying? In a spare room. After Debbie. Who’s Debbie. Oh, fuck. Fuck! My wife, you know
that, my wife! After my wife went to bed,
I went into the kitchen to make myself a sandwich
and Debbie, no, no, Mary. My sister-in-law was there. We started talking. You know how it is, one
thing led to another and, uh, we went into, uh,
into, uh, her room and, uh, we, uh– started making love? Fucking? Yeah. Yeah, we were fucking. That’s when my wife came in. She stabbed her sister. Why didn’t she stab you? I don’t know Why
don’t you ask her? You know what I think? I think you went to
the kitchen, tried to put the make on
your sister-in-law, she told you to fuck off, so you
went to her room with a knife and you threatened to cut
her if she didn’t fuck ya! One thing led to another and
you stabbed her in the back. When your wife came in
and saw her sister’s body, she went into shock. I can’t a fucking
word out of her! Looks like a vegetable. And as far as I’m concerned,
you murdered your sister-in-law! No! Why don’t you tell
me the truth, Max? I’m telling you the truth,
I didn’t kill anyone. This your knife? No, it’s not. Is this your wife’s knife? Uh, I don’t know. You don’t know. We’re going to be here another
12 hours if we have to. Because I don’t believe
a word you’re saying. So why don’t you
spare me the bullshit and tell me the truth, Max? I’m telling you, I
didn’t kill anyone. She is the one. She killed her? Yes. Why would she kill
her own sister? Because she caught
me in bed with her. Did she try to stab you? What happened after
she stabbed her? She just, she just sat
there staring at the body. And you were so concerned you
just went over, gently took the knife away from
her, and called the police like a good citizen? That’s right. It’s that how you got your
fingerprints on the knife? Yes. Why didn’t you wipe
your fingerprints off? What the fuck
would I do that for? I didn’t kill anyone! I have nothing to worry about. You’ve got a lot
to worry about. You’re a murderer,
an adulterer, a liar, and you killed
your sister-in-law. (SCREAMING) No! All right. From the top. Where were you on Thursday
from 7:00 to 9:00? [birds chirping] Hey, you’re an hour
late, what happened? Is everything OK? Yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine. Listen, uh, Kathleen’s about
to put a couple of steaks on the grill, ya hungry? No, no. Let’s play, yeah? Hey, I’ve been waiting
for you, come on. Hey, Jeff. Yo. Who delivered my mail? What do you mean who
delivered your mail? The mailman. Was it our regular mailman? [scoff] No, it was Santa Claus. Of course it was
our regular mailman. So, uh, why’d he
give my mail to you? He was about to put them in
the box so I took them from him. Max, I brought you
your mail before, what’s the big deal here? OK, so where was your mail? [sigh] What’s with the fucking mail? Can you tell me what
the problem is here? Yeah, did you look in my mail? [scoff] This is getting
really weird, Max. Look, you wanna just
forget it for today? Jeff, did you open my mail? This is really stupid. I’m not even going
to answer you. Why don’t you play tennis
all by yourself, OK? Enjoy the game, huh? You know what I think? I’ll tell you what I think. I think too much sex has
gotten to your brain. Have a nice day, OK– Now, you are
going to answer me. Jesus. And I don’t want to hear
any fucking lies from you. Did you look in my mail? Max. [exhale] I didn’t look in your mail. I, really, Max, I didn’t. OK? [exhale] [whistle] Maybe Kathleen is right. Maybe you are a wacko. [phone ringing] Hello? Hello? [suspenseful music playing] [loud grunting] [loud grunting] [seagulls calling] [gunshot] [chatter and laughter] All right! All right, hey! OK, hold it, hold it. Player wins, player wins. All right. Put one coin down here. Hey, Max, it’s 12 o’clock. You gonna give us your
famous 20-1 over the top? Sure, why not. The next hand. All right. I’ll bet $5,000 on the bank. Put another $5,000 on a tie If you get a tie, you’re
going to wind up with $100,000. That’ right. [giggle] Here, give me the shoe. You deal it. Pleasure. Bank shows 8, natural 8. Hm. Player shows 8. It’s a tie, Max. It’s the winning hand. $100,000. You’re not going to kill me
for winning that, are you, Max? I’ll get your money, Jake. [music playing] [panting] [soft moaning] [panting] [moaning] I love you. I love you so much. Please forgive me. I love you. I love you so much. Please forgive me. I like you too, [inaudible]. It’s a suicide
note from your wife. We found her in the bathtub
with her wrists slashed. She’s dead. Did you tell her
to commit suicide? Damn you, you’re a son of a– Look at me asshole, I’m
your worst fucking nightmare. You’re going be seeing
me for a long time. You can’t leave town
unless I say so. You killed your sister-in-law. But I can’t prove it. So I’m going to be watching you. And someday, you swine, you’re
going to make a big mistake and I’m going to
witness that mistake. And I’m going to [inaudible]. And you’re gonna sweat
and sweat and then you’re going to go to a drugstore. And you’re going to spend a
dime on a cheap razor blade and you’re going to cut
your wrist because you can’t stand to look at yourself. You’ll be so paranoid,
you’ll hide from the mailman and [inaudible]. You caused the deaths of two
innocent and beautiful women. And I’m going to
make you pay for it. I’m going to be there
to pick up your body. You sleep on that, asshole. You’re free to go. Now get the fuck out of here. Max? [whimpering] Mom? Chris is crying. [crying] Come on, honey,
we’ve got to get up. Max! Hey. [crying] Mommy, mommy! [crying] Honey, I’ve got to get up. Max, I have to get up. Chris is crying. Let me get up, OK? [child sobbing outside door] Come on. [inaudible] Come on. [sigh] [child crying] [suspenseful music playing] [car door slam] [sigh] I’ll be damned,
the woman killer. Long time, no see, Emil. Sit– How’d you get in here? Sit down. Look, Max, up until now,
it’s breaking and entering. But you’re in a lot
of trouble, pal. Jesus Christ, Emil. I said, sit down! OK, go ahead. Now, where are they? Where’s what? The pictures and the negatives. I don’t know what the
hell you’re talking about. Don’t fuck with me, Emil. Where are they? Jesus Christ, Max, I
told you I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about! You, fuck! Don’t lie to me. I don’t know! Where were you between
the hours of 5:00 and 7:00 last Wednesday. Babysitting Vicki. Who’s Vicki? My wife. We’re recently
separated and she said she wanted to find herself,
she went out and got a job. We have 10-year-old
daughter and on Thursdays she has a computer class. I babysit Tuesdays and
Thursdays from 5:00 to 9:00. The one way to see my kid. Honest, Max! I don’t know what the
hell you’re talking about. So help me God, I don’t know
what you’re talking about. I don’t know nothing
about pictures. Max, I’m telling you the truth. [shots fired] [music playing] [waves crashing] [seagulls calling] [phone ringing] Hello? Hello? [seagulls calling] [suspenseful music playing] Are you ready? What kind of pictures
you take with this? It belongs to my ex. Why’d he give it to you? He didn’t. I borrowed it last weekend. I took Chris out to the beach
and we took some pictures. Oh. How’d they turn out? I don’t know, I didn’t
pick them up yet. We don’t have to go out
if you don’t want to. I can cook something here. No, no. It’s OK. Uh, we’ll go and have
dinner and then we’ll come back and watch a movie, OK? [tv characters chatting] [suspenseful music playing] [sigh] Max, would you try
to get some sleep? [suspenseful music playing] [chattering] No more bets? No more bets? [inaudible] bank. [inaudible] First hand. [commotion] [phone ringing] Hello? Speak to me, damn you! [slams phone] [chattering] All bets down? All bets down? Roll it, roll it. There you go. [screaming] [phone ringing] MAX (ON ANSWERING MACHINE):
Hello, this is Max Gilden. Sorry I’m not here
to take your call. Please leave a message and I’ll
call you back as soon as I can. Wait for the tone. [beep] ANTONIO (ON PHONE): This
is Antonio Marchese. Take the next flight
out to Las Vegas. I want to see you at
8 o’clock tonight. Be there. Oh, one more thing. Bring $100,000 with you. Too much jogging will
give you a heart attack. [laughing] Ah, Max. [clinking] To the good ol’ days. It’s good to see
you, my friend. It’s been a long time. Let’s go get something to eat. No, no, not this time, Peter. But thanks for
picking me up, eh? Well, you sounded urgent. What is it? It’s Antonio Marchese. Jesus H. Christ. Don’t tell me you
got a beef with him? How powerful is he? Ah, Max, let me put
it to you this way, I mean, I would much rather
go up against the US Army. This guy’s insane. He would kill his own mother. He’s been on the
news every night. Don’t you read the paper? Yeah, yeah. I heard he was accused
of killing somebody. Accused, my ass. He killed the whole
fucking family. He cut their throats
with a butcher knife. The guy’s a fucking wacko. Eats his lunch on the
roof of his office and he brings up a rifle
and he points it at people. He, he thinks he’s
a fucking sniper. Hm. He’s got something on me. He’s blackmailing me, Peter. This is the first payment. Max, what the hell did you do That’s a long story. [sigh] Look, I’m sorry,
Max, but this guy’s got everybody on his side. That’s why he’s going to
walk away on this other deal. Look, are you supposed
to meet him or what? Yeah, I’m going
to his showroom. I’ll come with you. No, no. Thank you, Peter. That’s OK, I’ll be fine. You just drop me off
there, all right? Jack, pull over. Thanks for the drink. Max, listen. You better take it easy. I’ll call you later. You fucker, you. Good to see you. Let’s go. [music playing] [music becomes dramatic] I heard you were a smart man
and this certainly proves it. It’s a five year contract. You do what I tell you
and you walk away free, no strings attached. But if you mess
with me in any way, I’m going to have your
balls for breakfast. With me, you can’t fuck up. You don’t make any mistakes. See, Max, on your
own, you’re a fuck up. And that’s why I now own you. Now this is how
it’s going to work. Your rich friends are going to
continue to play at your place. I figure they should drop
$5, $7 million a year. That’s a tidy sum. You’d invest every
minute of your time seeking new rich friends. You are to visit
them in their homes. But presents for their
kids, fuck their wives, get them laid. Whatever the problem
is, Max, we’ll solve it. Do you have any questions, Max? No questions. The cut is 80-20 and I don’t
get a cent less than 80. And you’re not going to
shortchange me, right Max? Right. Good. Then we’re partners. Let’s drink to our partnership. Salud. [bottles clink] [evil laughter] Jeff! Come on. What do you want? I want you to be
my friend again. Oh, you want me
to be your friend? Great. Why? Something happened
that day, OK? What happened? What happened? I’m really sorry
I reacted that way. I mean, you know I
didn’t mean to hurt you. Come on. Yeah, well, why can’t you
tell me what happened then? [chuckle] God, you’re a nosy
son of a bitch. You should have been
a girl, you know that? What’s that supposed to
mean, I should’ve been a girl? [laughing] Da– listen, you
fucking flipped out. I don’t know what
happened yesterday, man, but you really flipped. And now you want me
to be your friend. Sure, why not? Why? Yeah, why? Because, uh, I
beat you at tennis, I beat you at backgammon,
I even beat you running. [scoff] You pay for all of my
meals and you never learn. Why do you bet me, Jeff? I’m a gambler. You can’t beat a gambler. Huh? Jeez. You run today? Did you see me run today? No. I was out of town. I just got in. I’ll race you in for breakfast. [chuckle] Oh, God, you
never learn do you? One, two, three, go! Shit, you are learning. [music playing] Kicked your ass! [panting] [heavy breathing] [coughing] Jesus Christ, are you nuts? These things will kill you. Come on, come on, keep moving. You can’t tell me
what to do, I beat you. Say, uh, did you go on that
cruise, uh, to the Bahamas, wasn’t it? Oh, yeah, we went. But I met a real nice
girl on the ship. You met a nice
girl on the ship? What do you mean? Oh, Kathleen and I had
a falling out the minute we got on board. We ended up on two
separate vacations. It’s all over, Max. But you wanna hear the kicker? Get this, my ex-partner
is representing her in court on a divorce case. She went to him? Yeah, she went to him. You believe it? Four fucking years
in the same office. That son of a bitch. [sigh] You know, it’s funny. You think once you
graduate and start working life’s going to be so easy. Like putting your life
on automatic pilot. And it’ll be smooth
sailing until you hit 70 and then you retire
to Miami and die. Listen, I’m having a
game at my house tonight. You’re invited, OK? Well, I’m touched. Oh, thanks. It’s a $5,000 minimum buy. You sure you can afford that? No problem. [chattering and laughing] All bets down. [inaudible]
card to the player. [inaudible] Player wins. Excuse me, sir. You lost. 9 of your chips please. Your chips. [throws coins] [coughs] [inaudible] that’s it. [chattering] [inaudible] bets. All bets down. No more bets? Just take it easy. [exhale] You OK? I’m fine. Look, lend me another $1,000. I think you’ve lost
enough for one night, huh? Come on. Sorry. What about the girls? I think it’s time to go home. Hm? Come on, Jerry. [phone ringing] Hello? Yeah, hold on. It’s for you. Hello? MALE VOICE (ON PHONE): Bring
$500,000 to Bethline Road. Friday at 1:00 PM. Come alone. In exchange I’ll give you
the two bodies, the pictures, and the negatives. If you don’t show, I’m dumping
the bodies on the steps of the police station. Now, wait– uh, hello? Is something wrong? No. No, go to sleep. Five, six, seven, eight. [music playing] Interesting hobby, Antonio. Hello, Max. How much is there? $78,000. No, no, no, no, no. That’s not good enough. Business has not
been that great. Business has not
been that great? Then you’re not doing
what I asked you to do. [music playing] I want you to be
on a more personal basis with your clientele. You’re providing the gambling,
but not the entertainment. Antonio, I do many things,
but, uh, I’m not a pimp and I’m not a pusher. It’s just not my
thing, you know? I don’t do drugs myself. I know you’re not a druggie
and I know you’re not a pusher. But that’s why you’ll
make a great supplier. What if I say no? [music playing] I don’t think you’ll
do that, Mr. Gilden. See, you’re a smart man. And if you cross me,
I’m going to have your little friend, Gloria,
sucking dick for $15 a head in a Nevada cathouse. Do I make myself clear? [music playing] What about the pictures? What pictures? Call your dogs off. OK, so you’ve got
something on me right now and there’s nothing
I can do about it. So we’ll share my profits. But I don’t need phone calls
in the middle of the night. Max, you’re talking circles. I don’t know what
you’re talking about. Talk to me. Let’s cut the
bullshit, Antonio. I don’t like being blackmailed. I’m not blackmailing you. Blackmail is a dangerous
game, Mr. Gilden. If you don’t know
what I’m talking about, what the hell have
you got on me? I’ve got nothing on you! I like you. [laughter] Hey, uh, Antonio, uh,
tell me something, uh, what the fuck am I paying you for? Because you’re taking
away my business. Mr. Gilden, I am a businessman. You fucked up because you
didn’t come to me first. Can you imagine what
would happen if every punk in the city opens up a Casino? Max, nobody fucks me! [laughter] [gunshot] There, Antonio. Give me your big gun. Give it to me! Max, we can work
this thing out. Stay there. [gunshot] Don’t even think about it. Get away from the gun. Max? We’re gonna work it out. [music playing] [breaking glass] [screaming] Give me the bag! [gunshots] [dramatic music playing] Get the balcony. You get the lights. [inaudible]. [dramatic music playing] [gunshots] [gunshots] [shout] [fighting] Son of a bitch. God damn. [yelling] [groaning] [thud] Break. Fucking break. [wood clanking] [groaning and shouting] [struggling] [glass shattering] [shout] [grunting] [music playing] MALE VOICE (VOICEOVER): Bring
$500,000 to Betheline Road. Friday, 1:00 PM. Come alone. In exchange, I’ll give you
the two bodies, the pictures, and the negatives. If you don’t show, I’m dumping
the bodies on the steps of the police station. What the fuck are
you looking at? I bought it from you. $50,000’s the best I can do. Jesus Christ, I paid
you over $130,000 for it. It’s got less than
200 miles on it. Look! Take it or leave it. Why you! Get it out of here. I want the cash today. Paul, if you’re still
interested in my house you’ve got 24 hours
to raise the money. I don’t know, Max. It’s a lot of cash to raise. Julian, save it, will you? I know what it’s worth. And we both know that you can
turn it over tomorrow if you want and we’ll make a killing. So don’t waste my time, huh? Julian, I need the money now. Do you want it or not? Let me get this straight. We’re going to the airport. Only Chris and I
are going to Mexico and you’re going to
meet us there later? That’s right and we don’t have
a lot of time, so please hurry. I’m not going any place until
you tell me what in the hell’s going on. Didn’t I always
say that one day I’d come for you and Chris, huh? Well, this is it. The day has come. Pretty soon we’re going
to be lying on a beach together just the two of us. That is, uh, unless you
don’t love me anymore? I love you so much. I’m just scared. Look, everything’s going
to be just fine, huh? Now look, this bag you
take with you on the plane. Don’t let it out of your sight. And don’t open it
until I get there, OK? What’s in it? Gloria, please! Just trust me, please. OK. [sigh] [dramatic music playing] [explosion] Player wins, 4 over 3. Oh my. How we doing? Just fine. Hey, Joe, go give us
that 20-1 on the tie? Sure. All right. You got $5,000 on a tie. All bets down. Cards to player. Cards to the bank. Player has 7. Bank wins with a natural 9. I’ll be in my office
if you need me. [music playing] Place your bets, Miss. [music playing]


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