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Casino Script



[Man Narrating]

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 of love I had.



[Choir Singing]



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 I bet,

I could change the odds...



for every bookmaker

in the country.



I'm serious,

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...



$        .



I don't know all the details.



[Man #  Narrating]

Nobody knew all the details,

but it should've 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 fuckin' valuable again.




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.



I mean, you gotta have

the hole already dug...



before you show up

with a package in the trunk.



Otherwise, you're talking about

a half hour or    minutes of diggin'.



And who knows who's gonna

be comin' along in that time?



Before you know it,

you gotta dig a few more holes.



You could be there

all fuckin' night.






[Horn Honking]



[Scatting Continues]



[Ace] Who could resist?



Anywhere else in the country

I was a bookie, a gambler...



always lookin' 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.



...the casino manager. And this is

Ronnie, who takes care of the card room.



[Ace] 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.



I mean, what do you think we're doing

out here 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.

- Verify     .



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

fuckin' money in there...



you could build a house out

of stacks of hundred-dollar bills.



And the best part

was that upstairs...



- the board of directors didn't

know what the fuck was going on.

- Five thousand.



I mean, to them everything

looked on the up and up.



Right? Wrong.



Verify     .



- The guys inside the counting room...

- Five thousand.



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

right here...



standin' in front

of about two million dollars...



to skim the cash off the top

without anybody gettin' wise...



- the IRS or anybody.

- Verify    .



Now, notice how in the count room

nobody ever seems to see anything.



Somehow, somebody's always

lookin' the other way.



Now, look at these guys.

They look busy, right?



They're countin' money.

Who wants to bother them?



I mean, God forbid they should make

a mistake and forget to steal.




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.



It's routine. Business as usual:

in, out, hello, good-bye.



And that's all there is to it.



Just another fat fuck walkin' out

of the casino with a suitcase.



Now that suitcase was goin'

straight to one place:



Right to Kansas City,

which was as close...



to Las Vegas as the Midwest

bosses could go...



without gettin' themselves arrested.



That suitcase was all...



the bosses ever wanted.



- And they wanted it every month.

- Hey, John, how was your ride?



Now this old Mormon fuck here...



he had to fly in with suitcases

once a month, nice and easy.



- Somethin' smells good.

- Yeah, they made us somethin' to eat.



The bosses would come

from all over the place:



Detroit, Cleveland, Milwaukee...



all over the Midwest.



And they would meet in the back

of this produce market in Kansas City.



I mean, nobody even knew it.



One of the guys made

his mother do all the cookin'.



- Do you ever see that guy

Jerry Steriano?

- Jerry Steriano?



Now, these old greaseballs

might not look it...



but believe me...



these are the guys

who secretly control Las Vegas.



Mama, that man's here again.



Because they control

the Teamsters Union.



And that's where you had to go if you

wanted to borrow money to buy a casino.



- Would you put in shrimp?

- I would.



Here you are, gentlemen.



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?



- Definitely the most

important guy in this room.

- About    pounds.



- That's around       .

- Uh-huh, good.



[Man] I know it's

a little early for Las Vegas...






but I do want to welcome the ladies

and gentlemen of the gaming industry.



[Ace] As far as the world

was concerned...



Andy Stone, the head of

the Teamsters' Pension Fund...



- was a legitimate guy.

- This is a very auspicious occasion.



- A powerful man.

- Philip, if you would rise.



He even played golf

with the president.



On behalf of the Teamsters'

Pension Fund...



- it is my pleasure to present to you...

- But Andy also took orders.



And when he was told to give

a pension fund loan to Philip Green...



this check for $        ...



for the new Tangiers.



he did what he was told.



[Nicky] Now, here was

the perfect front man.



What the fuck else could he be?

He didn't know too much.



He didn't want to know

too much...



especially that the bosses made

the Teamsters lend him the money.



He wanted to believe

the Teamsters...



gave him all that fuckin' money

'cause he was smart.



I know full well how much competition

we have in this great city.



And where they got Green from?



Who the fuck knows?



All I know is that Green was

an Arizona real estate hustler...



who barely had

enough gas money...



to come and pick up

his own fuckin' check.



And of course it was

the bosses' man...



Andy Stone,

who gave all the orders.



Not the chairman

of the fuckin' board, Philip Green.



I understand.

I understand.



Now all they needed was...



somebody they could trust

to run the casino.



And who better than Ace? I mean, he was

already in Vegas a couple years...



and he had

the fuckin' place clocked.



But typical Ace, give him a shot

at runnin' a casino...



and he tries

to talk you out of it.



I don't know if I could do this

even if I wanted to.



The Gaming Commission

would never give me a license.



I have at least 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.



The state law says that

you can work in a casino...



while they're processing

your application.



They got a ten-year backlog.



What happens when

they do find out?



Why would they

want to find out?



We're puttin' a hundred million

into this desert.

Why would they want to lock us out?



They'll never find out. All you gotta do

is keep changing your job title.



Like, uh, 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 workin' there

for    years, don't have a license.



It's a tough proposition, Andy.



You know 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 your running the casino.



I guarantee it.



[Nicky] And that's how

they got Ace to take over.



They wanted him because Ace ate,

slept and breathed gambling.



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

   years old, and he always made money.



But he didn't bet

like you or me.



You know, havin' some fun

with it, shit like that.



Where the hell

did you learn how to deal?



He bet like a fuckin'

brain surgeon.



Place the checks properly.



- That's the way you do it.

- Yes, sir.



He had to know everything,

this guy.



He'd find out the kind

of inside stuff nobody else knew...



and that's what he'd put

his money on.



Even back home, years ago...



when we were first hangin' out...



he'd know if the quarterback

was on coke...



I'll take Columbia for   .



- if his girlfriend was knocked up.

- Twenty dimes on Columbia.



He'd get the wind velocity

so he could judge the field goals.



He even figured out

the different bounce...



you got off the different kinds

of wood they used...



on college basketball courts,

you know?



He'd be workin'

on this shit day and night.



There was nothing about a game

he was gonna bet that he didn't know.



Ace got down at six.

Get me down at six.



Season after season...



the prick was the only

guaranteed winner I ever knew.



But he was so serious

about it all...



that 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 whether

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 fuckin' degenerate

gambler who always lost...




[Mumbles In Italian]



All those fuckin' sweeps.



- unless Ace made his bets.

- Enough now!



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 fuckin' zebras,

locked-in point spreads.



He told fuckin' Remo everything.



And to tell you the truth,

I don't blame him.



- Hey!

- Keepin' Remo happy with money...



was the greatest insurance

policy in the world.



Son of a bitch!



How the hell did you get




Nobody ever had Oklahoma-Mi...

How the hell'd you do it?



Well, that's why

they paid so well.



You see?

Never tells me nothin'.



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'll come by the house?

- I'll come by.



 :  . Good job, my boy.

Keep it up? Okay, Ace?



Hey, Nick. Vien acca.



- I'll be right out.

- T'aggia parla.



Nicky, see that guy?

Keep a good eye on him.



He's makin'

a lot of money for us.



And he's gonna continue makin' a lot of

money for us, so keep a good eye on him.



Not like your fuckin' friends

out there that... without brains.



- Okay?

- All right.



- Mi raccomando.

- Yeah. Want me to take this for you?



[Nicky] So now,

on top of everything else...



I gotta make sure nobody fucks around

with the golden Jew.



Chase, couple of shooters

for the ladies.




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.

- They payin'?



- How did Nicky collect?

- They pay every week,

like they're supposed to.



- Don't ask.

- And where the fuck is the money,

I don't see any money.



- Hi, Melissa, Heidi.

- Hi, Sam.



Who's this guy?



- Get the fuck out of here.

It was 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? Your pen?

- Yeah, that's my pen. Why?



No, it's a nice pen.

I just didn't know whose it was.



I thought it was yours.

I didn't want it to get lost.



Well, thank you.

Why don't you take that fuckin' pen...



and shove it up your ass,

you fuckin' jag-off.



- Well, I was just offering you the...

- This fuckin' assho...



Look out, Joe. Look out.









What's that?

You hear a little girl, Frankie?



Hear a little girl, Ace?

Is that a little fuckin' girl?



What happened

to the fuckin' tough guy...



- told my friend to stick it

up his fuckin' ass?

- [Moans]



- Nicky, take it easy. Nicky, Nicky.

- [Moans]



[Ace] While I was trying

to figure out why the guy was saying...



what he was saying,

Nicky just hit him.



No matter how big a guy might be,

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 protectin' 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 fuckin' drop.



With Ace, the casino

never saw so much money.



And the bosses,

they couldn't be happier.



I got $   



Don't you mess with me



But you know I'm down



Everybody knows I'm down



[Ace] In Vegas, I had to keep

a few juiced-in local cowboys working.



They were close to the,

you know, good old boys.



I mean, without us, these guys,

they'd still be shoveling mule shit.



Ward, you've got to keep

a cleaner space.



If you need Mr. Clean,

page him, all right?



Won't happen again, Sam.



- Mr. Rothstein.

- Mr. Rothstein. Won't

happen again, Mr. Rothstein.



Is this guy just another dumb fucking

white man, or what? What's the story?



- You need this guy.

- Can't get rid of him?



He's juiced in.

He's the County Commissioner's cousin.



I wouldn't give the bum

a mop job.



But still, I had no choice.

I had to take care of them.



These yokels ran the state.



Thank you very much,




- They passed the laws,

they owned the courts.

- Hi, Ace. Hey, I need a room.



- I had dozens of politicians

and state officials...

- The Cedar Room.



coming through that place

every week.



- Help the Senator,

get him whatever he wants.

- Certainly.



Why not make him happy?



...the Presidential Suite.



For politicians like our State Senator

up there, everything was on the house.



These guys won their comp life

when they got elected...



so, hey, 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 $      a hand

in baccarat...



that's the one

you really gotta watch.



He plays fast and big

and he has the cash and the credit...



to turn out your lights.



About a year ago he cleaned out a couple

of casinos in the Cayman Islands.



Downstairs he takes us

for two million...



and upstairs he takes free

soap, shampoo and towels.



Another billionaire cheapskate

who loved his free rooms...



free private jets and

two million of our money.



But we got him back.



I had our pilot tell him

the plane was on the fritz.



I don't know what the hell went wrong.

I'm awfully sorry.



I can't understand it. These mechanical

things, you know they happen.



Hey, but better here than

up there, you know what I mean.



Then he missed the commercial

flights connecting with Japan.



I can't believe that there's

a convention; there's no room.



We got him back with a whole floor

of rooms to himself.



- I'm sorry you missed your plane.

- Glad to get to know you.



Oh, no. No gambling.



And once he was back,

he played small.



He bet      a hand,

instead of his usual       a hand.


            the bank

with a natural lead over a five.



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      ...



he thought of it

as losing      .



So, he upped his bets.



Until he dropped his winnings back

and gave up a million of his own cash.



In the 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.



Goddamn it

Trying to make it real



Compared to what



Sock it to me



In Vegas, everybody's

gotta watch everybody else.



Six. All right,

who's gonna give me that?



Since the players are looking

to beat the casino...



Each and every roll,

all right.



- the dealers are watching

the players...

- Six.



- Fake a six.

- 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.



Tryin' to make it real

compared to what






- Very nice.

- I told you I was hot tonight.



Lookin' good.

Lookin' good.



Let's go.

This is for Ginger. Come on.



Let me have a hundred

on your hard ten.



Hundred on your hard ten.

Thank you.



Here we go now.




- Oh, I'm sorry.

- The dice...



Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.



- Thank you, sir. I appreciate it.

- You were great.



Thanks. Take care, Steve.

Take chances, drive fast.



This hundred is for you, love.

Thanks for your time.



- Come on.

- What's the matter?



What do you mean? I made a lot

of money for you, I want my cut.



What money? I've seen

you stealing from me.



What money?

Look at the stack of chips.



- I want my half.

- I've been watching you all night.



- I want my money.

- Your bag is full of fucking chips.



- I didn't steal anything from you.

- Get lost!



Get lost? Get lost?

Yes! Yes!



- Well, how about that?

- Come on!



Slippin' and a-slidin'

Changin' and a-hidin'



Been told a long time ago



I been told

Baby, you've been born



I won't be your fool no more




Baby, oh, baby



My sweet baby



You're the one



[Ace] What a move.



I fell in love right there.



But in Vegas, for a girl

like Ginger, love costs money.



What's different about him



I don't really know



I'm gonna go powder my nose.



No matter how I try



I just can't make him cry



- [Ace] Ginger's mission

in life was money.

- I'll be right back.



- See you, Ginger.

- Okay, thank you for asking.



She was a queen

around the casino.



She brought in high rollers...



and helped them spread

around a lot of money.



- Hello.

- Hey, Ginger. How you doing?



Great, and I have something for you.

You got me covered?



- And you do. Thank you very much.

- Take care of yourself.



- I got some lucky pills for you, Andy.

- Oh, yeah.



Who didn't want Ginger?

She was one of the best known...



best liked and

most respected hustlers in town.



Smart hustlers like her

could keep a guy awake...



for two or three days

before sending him home broke...



to the little woman

and his bank examiners.



You only make me glad



Better listen, little girl



You're goin' walkin'

down the street



I ain't got no love



Any change?



Oh, I hit a few games

on the way back.



But that was all bullshit,

she just pocketed the cash.



This heart of stone



- How you doin' tonight?

- Good.



- How are you?

- Uh, beat.



- [Ace] Ginger had the hustlers code.

- Take one for you.



- Thank you.

- She knew how to take care of people.



And that's what Vegas

is all about.



- Sixty-eight hundred.

- Thanks.



- It's kickback city.

- Have a good night.



Thank you. You too.



- She took care of the dealers...

- Hey, Mitch.



pit bosses, 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 metro cops,

who let her operate.

- I need that stuff tonight.



- No problem.

- You are a doll.



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 just 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, they 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. Where are you?



- 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.



[Ace] The Ginger I knew wouldn't

even look at this creep.



- Good luck.

- Yeah.



He was a moocher,

a card cheat...



a country club golf hustler,

a scumbag.



- Chasing dentists for a few bucks.

- Careful.



The guy was always broke.

He always had a story.



And somehow she could never

turn him down.



The way Ginger saw it, I guess,

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 in there,

we'll whack it up with you.



I mean, he took care

of himself only too well.



- That's why every badge...

- I folded these things beautifully.



- back home wanted to nail him.

- I would appreciate a little respect.



- Look at me, pal,

I gotta live with her.

- Jesus Christ.






Even after a little vacation,

they hassled him at the airport.



I mean, Frank Marino was there

to meet him, but so were the cops.



This time they wanted

to pinch him...



- for some diamond burglary in Antwerp.

- Will you help me fold these?



They were ready to blame him for

anything, no matter where it happened.



- Put your things away.

- And they were usually right.



- Hold it, hold it. Here.

- Because Nicky enjoyed

being a gangster.



- And he didn't give a damn who knew it.

- Come on, there we go.



Look at this. Beautiful!



I mean, that's what worried me.

'Cause it turns out,

Nicky was about to be sent to Vegas.



- All right, we're clear.

- There's more.



There's a couple stuck in there.

I know there's more.



- I'm telling you, they're out!

- Come on.



Don't get so defensive,

it could be stuck in your hair.



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

out there to have a good time.



They sent me out there to make sure

that nobody fucked with Ace.



And nobody interfered

with the fuckin' skim.



- Hey.

- Hey, how you doin'?



Hey, Sammy.



- Boy, look at this place, huh?

- Incredible.



Welcome to Vegas.



- Okay, Sammy.

- Something, huh?






Holy shit. What've you

been doing out here?



Honey, come here.



This is Jennifer and Nick,

they're dear friends of mine.



- Hi, Jennifer.

- A pleasure.



Okay, Sammy.



[Ace] 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?



What's the matter?

You got a problem with that?



- No, of course not.

- You mean, I have your permission?



Sure, you have my permission.

But I just gotta tell you...



it's no joke out here,

it's no joke.



You gotta keep a low profile.



It's not like back home. Right off

the bat, they don't like guys like us.



And this sheriff's

a real cowboy.



Even the coppers aren't afraid

to bury people out in the desert here.



I don't care. I wanna get

away from back home for a while.



I'm tired of that shit

back there.



Look at this place,

it's made of money.



You know what the best part is,

nobody's gonna know what we're doing.



There's nobody here to see us.

Everybody's back home.



Nick, I gotta tell you.

I got pinched twice for no reason.



I 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.




Ace saw Vegas one way...



- You call this guy

and tell him I'm comin'?

- Of course.



but I saw it another.



I saw it as untouched.



I mean, they had bookies, pimps...



and drug dealers

I could shake down.



Who the fuck

were they gonna run to?



So I started gettin'

everybody in line.



Best of all,

for the first time in my life...



I figured out a way

not to lose.



[Ace] Yeah, he had

a foolproof scheme, all right.



It wasn't very scientific,

but it worked.



When he won, he collected;



when he lost, he told the bookies

to go fuck themselves.



What were they gonna do,

muscle Nicky?



- Hey, how you doin'?

- How you doin'?



- You got that thing for me?

- What thing?



Oh, Nicky. I thought

you was layin'.



No, no, I'm takin'.

I was takin'.



- You sure?

- I'm positive.



- I'm a little confused.

- You're a little confused?



Maybe if I stick your fuckin'

face through this window...



you'll get unconfused.



- Gimme the fuckin' money.

- I'm sorry, Nick.



I didn't mean anything by it.



That's why you had it ready.

You thought I was fuckin' layin' it?



- My fuckin' head.

- Smarten up.



And now Nicholas Santoro will come up

and tell us about our first president.



George Washington was born...



[Ace] 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.



Beautiful, you got

a beautiful son.



[Nicky] Ace got my son, little Nicky,

involved in Little League.



Turned out to be one

of the other coaches...



was a fuckin'

metro intelligence cop.



But it didn't matter,

it was all about the kids.



He's gotta realize that everything

can't be a home run that he does.



That's exactly what

I keep tellin' him...



but that's the kind of kid he is.



[Ace] And Nicky, being Nicky,

he made his presence known.



Especially at the casino,

where he definitely did not work...



people got the message.



[Nicky] Me, that's why

the bosses sent me out here.



They wanted me to make sure none

of the other crews robbed the joint.



Like these two fuckin'

balloon heads over here.



They were gonna try to bang us

out of     fuckin' grand...



- yeah, right, I'm sure.

- Hey! How are you?



How are you?

What are you doing here?



I'm over here now.



- You're over here?

- Yeah, I'm over here 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 else

or somethin'.



Well, listen, good luck

with the joint.



- Ah, thanks, Eddie.

- Yeah, lots of luck.



- Yeah, good luck to you too.

- Hey, they forgot to sign their papers.



Yeah, they don't

need those anymore.



[Ace] Guys from other crews

got away with a warning.



Everybody else, watch out.



Like these yokels here...



who never heard of Nicky

or the bosses back home.



'Cause they're the morons

who give you the most trouble.



Even after we'd catch them,

they'd try sneaking back...



with beards

and wigs and fake noses.



You can spot these assholes

by watching the way they bet.



You can spot these assholes

by watching the way they bet.



Like this guy,

he's bettin' lavender chips...



at     each with only

one little problem...



he's always guessed right.



If he wasn't so fuckin' greedy,

he'd have been tougher to spot.



But in the end,

they're all greedy.



I got a feelin'

about the future



And it ain't too good

I know that



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.



Now, here's this guy reading

the dealer's hole card...



and signaling his buddy

at this table.



[Electronic Beeping]



And that's just what

these hustlers look for.



They cruise from casino to casino

looking for weak dealers...



the way lions

look for weak antelope.



Operator, this is Mr. R.



Get me Armstrong and Friday

over at pit two right away.



BJ    second base, the beard.



Operator, I need Mr. Happy. Loud.



Happy birthday to you



Happy birthday to you



Happy birthday, dear Jeff



Happy birthday to you






Man down!



Go get medical.

We got a cardiac arrest here.



He's fine, folks.

Just give us some room, please.



[Ace] They never know

what hit them.



And if and when

they do find out...



that they just got zapped

by a cattle prod...



they wish they really did

have a heart attack.



Turns out this guy

and his fuckin' pals...



they were knocking

this place dead for years.



- He's got a wire on him.

- Hey, hey, what are you doing?



There it is.

That's it.



- Cheater's justice.

- Oh, God!



No, no, no!




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 just curious.

I saw you shuffling your checks...



with your right hand.



- Can you do that with both hands?

- No.



- You can't do it with both hands?

- No, sir.



Can you do it

with your left hand?



Well, I never tried.



- So, you're a righty.

- Yeah.









Now you're gonna have to learn

with your left hand.



- It's         I think.

- Yes, it is.






Hiya. That's a lot of money

to be counting out in public.



Why don't I take him...



over to the office

and verify it?



A little privacy.

And by the way...



send over a nice bottle

of champagne on ice.



- Sure will.

- Real special.



- By the way, I'm Billy Sherbert,

casino manager.

- Hi.



- Having a good time?

- Yes.



You want to count

the money in privacy.



I have a plane to catch to Cleveland.

Can I get my winnings?



Look what they did

to my hand, man.



All right,

I'm gonna give you a choice:



You can either have the money and

the hammer or you can walk out of here.



- What do you want?

- I just wanna get out of here.



And don't forget to tell your friends

what happens if they fuck around here.



- I'm sorry, I made a bad mistake.

- You're fuckin' right

you made a bad mistake.



'Cause if you come back here,

and we catch either one of you...



we're gonna break your heads

and you won't walk out of here.



You see that fuckin' saw,

we're gonna use it. You got it?



- Get out of here.

- Thank you.



Throw him in the alley and tell

the cops he got hit by a car.



[Ace] Within no time,

everything was set in place.



We got rid

of the freelance scamsters...



the per was way up,

the gods were happy.



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 real long shot.



We're not gettin' any younger.



Don't you think it's time?



Aren't you gettin' tired

of all this shit?



What, are you trying

to handicap me?



I'm gonna do you one better.



I'm tryin' 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 know I'd be a good father,

you'd be a good mother.



You don't know me.



You've known me two,

three months.



I'm    years old.

I don't want to wait.



I know you well enough

to know that I really love you.



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, okay.



But I just don't have those kind

of feelings for you.



I'm sorry.

I'm not in love with you.



- All right, all right.

- Understand?



Sam, I'm sorry.



No, l... l...



I mean... I 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.



And so whatever happens...



if it doesn't work out

between us...



I'm gonna make sure you're okay

for the rest of your life.



And if there are kids,




I'll take care of you

better than you'd ever imagine.



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.



Want to take a chance?






[Ace] 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.




It was typical Ace.



He invited the biggest people

in town and he knew they'd show.



Because he knew they all wanted

somethin' 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.




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 Crying]

I love you.



But, baby, do you know

that I love you too?



- No, Lester.

- Do you know that?



This is the best thing I can do

for my life right now.



[Lester] That's right.

So it's going to be okay.






I wish you all the luck

in the world.



You do?



Yeah, I do. It's the best thing

you can do right now.



I mean this.



You have real security.



Sweetheart, you're gonna be

situated just right, in Vegas.



Come on, this is great for us.



I'm always gonna be here for you.



I ain't going no place.



I'm lookin' at you right now.



I'm seein' you for the very first time,

right this minute.



I can feel my heart click.



I see you    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.

- Every time I ever see you,

that's what I see.



Talk to you later.






You all right?






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 good-bye.



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



I think I have

a right to do that.






It's all right.



That part of your life

is over with.



- Right?

- Yeah.



You're with me now.



- Yeah.

- Right?






- You're sure?

- Yeah.






- Let's go. Let's go back in.

- Okay.







Tsk. It's great.



It's great.



[Ginger Shrieks]



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.



Nice, isn't it?



No one's ever been

so nice to me.









Oh, my God!



So, 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?



So wonderful. The jewelry's

not so bad either.



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.



[Ace] With over a 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,

they don't take checks.



Need any help with that,

Mr. Collins?



So I put two 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.



[Ginger Laughs]



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.



So once she signs those papers,

she'll be the only person...



to have total access to the box,

no one else, including myself?



That's right.

That's the way you wanted it.




Sam, let me ask you a question.



You must really trust your wife.



Yeah, sure I do. Why?



It's good.

It's just unusual.



Tell you the truth,

so many of my clients don't.



- Let me take you there

- I'll take you there



- Ain't no smilin' faces

- I'll take you there



Never will I know happiness



[Ace] 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

chargin' three points a week.



- Don't make us come lookin' for you.

- Juice to the fuckin' dealers.



You won't have to look

for me.



I appreciate it.

Thanks, Nicky.



They were degenerate gamblers,

coke freaks.



In no time I had half the dealers

in the Tangiers in my pocket.



Then, I started bustin' out

high-stakes poker players.




It was so obvious.



- All of Nicky's half-assed

mechanics were signal-happy.

- I'm gonna open for    .




Signaling back and forth.



[Poker Player] Why you cryin'

with two loaves of bread under your arm?



Nicky thought nobody was watching him.

But he was wrong.



And I didn't want

any of those agents near my place.



- Four aces.

- I can't believe this.



[Poker Player] If I didn't have

bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck.



I wished to God Nicky and

his whole 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.



Be careful. Gaming agents

are all over the place.



So I'm lucky. 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 fuckin' worried

about his casino...



he forgot what we were doin'

out here in the first place.



A million times I wanted to yell

in his fuckin' ear...



"This is Las Vegas.



We're supposed to be

out here robbin"'...



you dumb fuckin' hebe.



I don't give a shit

who he's connected to.



Tell him to take

his fuckin' feet off the table.



What's he think this is,

a goddamned sawdust joint?



Sir, would you mind

taking your feet off the table?



Yeah, I would mind.

I'm having a bad night.



Fuckin' 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 back 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 have to leave.

Wanna come with us outside?



Bullshit. I ain't goin'

anywhere with you.



- Bullshit. You're outta here.

- Fuck you!



You know who you're

fucking with? Do you?



You fucking faggot! Do you know

who you're fucking with?



Leave me alone!




- Come on!

- You guys are killing me!



Sure enough, an hour later,

I get the call.



Ace, what happened over there?

Did you know that guy was with me?



No, I didn't know that.

But you know what he did?



I walked over to him politely,

and he tells me to fuck myself.



- Then he called me a faggot.

- What?



- I threw that cocksucker out.

- Hey, come here.



You called my friend a faggot?

You tell him to fuck himself?



- Is that what you did?

Tell him to go fuck himself?

- [Grunting]



[Grunting Continues]

Come here. Come here.



You go over there.

You apologize.



You better hope

he lets you back in.



If you get outta line again,

I'll smash your head so hard...



you won't be able

to get that cowboy hat on.



Fuckin' 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 don't care what it is,

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-kickin',


motherfucker, you!



You fuck me up over there,

I'll stick you in the desert.



- Go over and apologize.

- Nicky, I'm sorry.






You're dear to me

Yes, sirree



[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

and their tigers away from the Palace...



by building them a new stage

and giving them a Rolls-Royce.



But I'll tell you, he knew

how to bring in the crowds.



He knew all

the fuckin' angles.



He brought over the whole

"Femme Fatale" show from Paris...



but he forgot how lazy them

European dancing broads can get.



He had to weigh 'em in

once a week to make sure

they didn't blow up like balloons.



She's still 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 use respect.



Mr. Rothstein is good enough for you.



Well, 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...



- It's been our policy...

- Just stop everything!



- This woman's an institution.

- That's the problem. She's lazy.



[Nicky] Hey,

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 then opened them up

inside the casino.



Within a few years

by doing all of this...



he had every casino on the strip

trying to copy off of him.




Between my innovations...



Look like they're taking

some cat to jail



and Nicky's dedication

to his job...



Steamboats are comin' and

they're splashing and goin'



I soon had the best

operation on the strip.



Moon is shinin'

on friends below



You gotta watch yourself.

There's a lot of heat on you already.




Somebody's complainin'?



I'm hearing things

from security.



The sheriff's lookin'

to put you in the Black Book.



That Black Book

is a bunch of bullshit.



They got two names

from the whole country...



and one of 'em

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 tellin' you,

don't say I didn't warn you.



All right.



[Man] Mrs. Rothstein

straight ahead. Very nice.



Thank you.






[Man] 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.






[Ace] Back home, they would've 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...



for charitable donations

to greater Las Vegas.



Congratulations, sweetheart.



Sam raised more than

we've ever raised before.



But my greatest pleasure was watching

my wife, Ginger, work the room.



- [Chattering]

- 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.



We'd love to have you there.



- Yes, okay.

- Great.



She made everybody feel good.



That's Stella by starlight



Congratulations, Sam.



Oh, thanks.



- Hello, Mrs. Rothstein. How are you?

- Hi.



You're one of the most

gorgeous women I've ever seen.



You're a lucky man,

Mr. Rothstein.



Thank you.

Thanks for that compliment.



He was a young kid

from the casino.



Nice kid.

Bright boy.



What balls on this fuckin' kid!

The next day I fired him.



Ginger had that effect on people.

I think she even encouraged them.



Do you wanna see this one?




Daddy gave me all this jewelry

because he loves me so much.



- But as much as they loved her...

- Oh, fabulous!



they didn't know

what really moved her.



Look at this. Look at this.

Daddy gave me this...



And with Ginger happy, I was able

to concentrate on what I knew best.



Loose machines are

right back over there.



What are they doin' back there?

You can't even see 'em there.



- Okay, I'll...

- What about the progressives

or the high jackpots?



- Well...

- These are our best machines.

They bring all the action.



- No wonder the drop is off.

- Yeah, okay.



- The action is in the front.

Bring 'em up front.

- All right, I will.



Listen to me very carefully. There are

three ways of doing things around here:



the right way, the wrong way

and the way that I do it.



- You understand?

- I do understand that.

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.



[Ace] So I ended up working...

what,   -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.



What did you say to that

fucking jerk, anyway?



I told him I was

Mrs. Sam Rothstein.



[Chuckles] Well, you might

as well get something out of it.




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.



And from then on,

I couldn't be seen talking

to him anywhere in Vegas or near it.



What the fuck is that

supposed to mean?



"He will be ejected from

any casino in Las Vegas.



And the casinos can be fined

as much as $      ...



every time he shows up."



- You believe this shit?

- Yeah, I believe it. You got banned.



"Because of notorious

and unsavory reputation..."






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 the 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.



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.



I mean, you're listed in there

with Al Capone. But Nicky didn't care.



I gotta do something.

They ain't gettin' rid of me.



They're not gettin' rid of me.

I'm stayin' here.



Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em.




So, once they pulled that shit...



I started doin' my own things

nobody ever thought of doin'.



To keep an eye on things,

I brought in my kid brother,

Dominick, and some desperados...



and started knockin' over

high-rollers, casino bosses...




anybody right here in town.



I had a good fuckin' crew goin'

for me, I'll tell you that.



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 can 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 rippin' off looking at me...



so I used to turn

their fuckin' pictures around.



- What's takin' so long?

- This is a motherfucker!



- It's working.

- Learn how to open these things

so you don't have to take 'em.



Some of these stones

got a lot of niggers in them.



Tell Pepe if he's

switching stones on us,

he better take a camel back to Nigeria.



- [Phone Rings]

- Yeah?



- They're in Penthouse K.

- Check in alone?



- They checked in alone.

- Are they out now?



- Yes. Don't worry.

- All right. Thanks.



[Ace] He had tipsters

all over town. Bellmen.



- But you got to hurry.

- Yeah, okay.



- Valet parkers.

- They're just checking in now.



Okay, I'll tell him.



- Pit bosses.

- Room      at the Scirocco.



-     . Right.

- Secretaries.



- Mint condition coins.

- Mint condition? All right.



And they all got

a piece of the score.



Car's coming.



[Hard Rock]



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.



For 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    years.



You better clean your loupe,

because there's no flaws.




Whenever we got local merch...



we'd usually send it

to Palm Springs or Arizona, L.A.



I had a couple of sand niggers

out there. You know, Arabs.



What, are you gonna have

a fucking meeting here?



I know his language.



Forty thousand dollars.

The whole package.



Twenty thousand.

That's my final offer.



He suddenly talks English. Let's talk

Turkey here. Twenty-five thousand.



[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.



This stuff was all mine.

I didn't send any of this back home.



Actually I couldn't, because I wasn't

even supposed to be doin' it.



The bosses were making so much

fucking money with the casinos...



that they didn't want anybody

makin' any waves for them.



You gave all the guys

in your crew a piece of that?



- I took care of everyone.

- Yeah?



That's why there was

no real organized street stuff

in Vegas before I came here.



But how much cash

could I bury in my closet?



You have to understand,

and I'm sure you do...



that in a venture

of this kind...



you have to be prepared

to take some kind of loss.



So I put some of the money

into legitimate deals

with Charlie Clark, Ace's banker.



You will try to push it through,

won't you, Mr. Clark?



- Yes.

- I'm giving you       cash.



Then I put some more money into

legitimate places, like my restaurant.



- Is that the last one?

- Yeah.



I had my kid brother,

Dominick, run it for me.






- Here you go, guys.

- All right.



- Thanks a lot.

- Yeah. Enjoy. Have a good time.



Choke on it, motherfucker.



- Hey, Dom.

- How ya doin'?



[Ace] 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 over at the Flamingo

gets better and better.



By the way, Sammy said, whenever

you have a minute, give him a call.



- Made a messenger out of you too, huh?

- Anything for a buck.



- He does it to everybody.

Enjoy your dinner.

- Thanks.




But I gotta tell you, the thing Nicky

liked most was the showgirls, naturally.



I mean, to them,

Nicky was the movie star.



- You walk past me?

- Hey, this is Shelly.



- Hey, Shelly. How are you?

- Hi.



- And this is Stacy.

- Stacy.



- This is Nick. Wanna have dinner?

- Pleasure.



Let's check the kitchen first.

Excuse us one second.



Come on, I'll show you.

I fly stuff in fresh every day.



I get bread from back home.

I get fish from California.



And you can always tell a great kitchen

like ours because of the milk-fed veal.



That's the secret.

See, 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.



It'll never, ever get tender.

You know what I mean?



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?



- Yeah.

- You call yourself a man?



You know you're a lyin' lowlife,

motherfuckin' gamblin' degenerate prick?



You know that's what you are?

Two small kids at home.



I gave you money to pay

the fuckin' rent...



and buy groceries,

put the heat on.



Your wife called Frankie and

told him the fuckin' heat's off.



And you didn't gamble

that fuckin' money?



- No? You didn't?

- I didn't...



Don't fuck with me, Al!

Don't make a fuck outta me.



You wanna embarrass me and make

a fool outta me? You didn't gamble?



Tell me you gambled

the fuckin' money...



I'll give you the fuckin' money

to put the fuckin' heat on!



Did you gamble? Huh?



Fuckin' degenerate.



Fuckin' kids at home.



Here. Get the fuck outta here.



- Thanks, Nick.

- Yeah, thanks.



Let me find out you fucked up.

I'll leave you where I find you.



How many of these

you gonna eat?



- Two.

- Two?



[Ace] But around  :   in the morning,

when he finished his day...



no matter where he was

or what he was doing...



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.



- Why?

- 'Cause it clogs up your heart.



What a smart kid you are.

Okay, eat.



[Nicky] Every couple of weeks,

I used to send Marino...



back to the bosses

with a piece of what I made.



Not a bit piece,

but what did they know?



They were      miles away, and I don't

know anybody who can see that far.



Their drop was

a truck stop garage...



where Remo and the guys used

to hang out and count their millions.



- Remo.

- Hey, Frankie.



The cops knew,

but they didn't give a fuck.



Nicky sends

his warmest regards.



I knew how

to keep the bosses happy.



Whenever they gave me

little jobs to do...



I would carry things out

to a "t."



Like the time Tony Dogs,

who's supposed to be

the new maniac tough guy in town...



shot up one of Remo's bars.



Here's a fuckin' guy

kills two of Remo's guys...



and a poor fuckin' waitress who was just

workin' on her night off, of all things.



I mean, this guy's just beggin'

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 'em to get 'em, understand?



- I'll take care of it, Remo.

- And mow 'em down.



[Nicky] To be truthful with you,

I had to admire this guy.



He was one of the toughest

Irishmen I ever met.



- [Chattering]

- This son of a bitch was tough.



For two days and two fuckin' nights

we beat the shit outta this guy.



We even stuck ice picks

in his balls.



- Better give me a name soon,

or I'm gonna give him yours, Frank.

- Thanks a lot.



- But he never talked.

- I know you would've ratted by now.



In the end, I had to put

his fuckin' head in a vise.



Dogs, Dogs,

can you hear me, Dogs?



Listen to me, Anthony.

I got your head in a vise.



I'll squash your fuckin' head like a

grapefruit if you don't give me a name.



Don't make me have to do this.

Please. Come on!



Don't make me be a bad guy.

Come on.




Fuck you!



This motherfucker. You believe this?

Two fuckin' days and nights.



Fuck me? Fuck me?

You motherfucker!



Fuck my mother?

Is that what you're tellin' me?



- [Skull Crunching]

- You motherfucker, you! Huh?



- Oh, God!

- Give me the fuckin' name!




Charlie M.



- Charlie M.?

- Charlie M.



You make me pop your

fuckin' eye outta your head...



to protect that piece of shit,

Charlie M.?



You dumb motherfucker!



Kill me, you fuck!

Kill me!



You motherfucker, you!



Frankie, do him

a fuckin' favor.



[Ace] The word got around

that finally...



there was a real

gangster in town.



Nicky was the new boss

of Las Vegas.



Charlie M.



[Bells Ringing]



Four reels, sevens,

across three $      jackpots.



Do you have any idea

what the odds are?



It's gotta be

in the millions, maybe more.



Three fuckin' jackpots in    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.

They won!



It's a casino.

People gotta win sometimes.



Ward, you're pissing me off.

Now you're insulting my intelligence.



You know goddamn well somebody had

to get into those machines

and set those fuckin' 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.



What's the matter with you?



Didn't you see you were being set up

on the second win?



I think you're overreacting.



Listen, you fuckin' yokel. I've been

carrying your ass ever since I got here.



- Get your ass outta here.

- You're firing me?



I'm firing you.

No, I'm not firing...



- You might regret this.

- I'll regret it if I keep you.



This is not the way

to treat people.



If you didn't know,

you're too fuckin' dumb.



If you did know,

you were in on it.



Either way, you're out.

Get out. Come on, let's go.



The guy's history

as far as I'm concerned.



But you can't fire him. His

brother-in-law is County Commissioner.



Everybody with cowboy boots is

a fuckin' county commissioner

or related to a commissioner.



This is his state.

His uncle's chief judge.



His brother-in-law runs

the county commission.



You're in the finances,

you're upstairs.



But you are not on the floor.

You don't see what's going on.



I've got thousands of players.

I've got     dealers.



They're all looking

to rob me blind    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.



- Look at yours. Look at that.

- Huh?



Look at this.

There's nothing.



Look how many

blueberries your muffin has.



What are you talking about?



If you don't do it yourself,

it never gets done.



- Where are you going?

- How long can this go on



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's going to take?



I don't care how long it takes.

Put an equal amount in each muffin.



Just a little.

That a girl.



Oh, boy, look.

You wanna go to Mommy?



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?



Well, 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 $     .



Twenty-five thousand?

For yourself?



- Yeah.

- Why do you need that much?



What's the difference?

I just need it.



Well, 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's important to me.

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?



Well, you know what?

Now I want you to tell me.



My wife comes to me and asks me

for      . 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 that?



Sam, 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      .

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. So then you could 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.



[Man Laughing]

What is that?



I know that look.

What does that look mean?



It means I got the money.



You've got to



- Give a little

- [Singer] Yes,

you're way up on top now.



Take a little



How are you doin', Les?

It's Lester, right?






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.



She's my wife.

Look at me.



You did know that, didn't you?

You knew that she's my wife?



- Hey, look at me.

- Yeah, I know that.



You know, 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 outta here.



I wanna be alone with my wife.

Get up and get outta here.



- [Singer] And you want to be free.

- Take a little



[Singer] Why, you feel

that you are too good...



much too good

for a nobody like me.



- Fuckin' piece of shit.

- That's fuckin' bullshit.



- That's the story

- Well, darling, I guess it's best...



- That's the glory of love

- that we should part.



Remember when you called him

that night and said good-bye?



He didn't say, "Don't get married.

I'll be right down."



- He didn't say that to you, did he?

- 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 I gave you your start.



- [Grunting, Shouting]

- No! No! No!




No! Make 'em stop it!



- [Groaning]

- No! No!



It's not his fault!

It's my fault!



[Shouting Continues]







- Fuck! Fuck!

- Piece of shit.



[Sobbing Continues]



[Ace] You did it to 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.



- I know it wasn't a nice thing to do...

- No shit.



You gotta understand it. He doesn't know

if this guy is shaking you down...



No. No. I told him all about this guy

before we ever got married.



- This is no fucking surprise.

- 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 mean, I know he's

a crazy Jew fuck and everything...



but I never seen him act

like that with anybody else.



I think he's crazy about you.

I mean, he really loves you.



Come on. I went into this

with my eyes open, you know.



I knew the bottom

could drop out at any time.



You don't think I'm gonna

go into a situation like this...



if I don't think I'm gonna

get covered on my back end.



- Sure, I can see that.

- Right?



So I put aside some jewelry for me.

A lot of jewelry.



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 a million dollars, maybe more.



Well, there you go.

What does that tell you?



A million dollars in jewelry.



Does that tell you

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

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 could've killed him.

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 is that all about?



I guess it's 'cause he loves

you so much, he's jealous and worried.



He gives a fuck what I do.



Look, I'll try to find out

what the hell is going on.



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

- Okay.



- All right?

- Yeah.



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.



- These eyes before us

- Thanks.



Just what the truth is



- Thank you.

- It's all right.



I can't say anymore



'Cause I love you



Yes, I love you...



[Phone Ringing]



Mr. Rothstein, County Commissioner

Pat Webb is here to see you.



- Give me a minute.

- Okay. Just a minute.



Mr. Webb, can I

get you anything?



Uh, no. No, thank you,

little lady.



Okay, send him in,

then call me four minutes after.



- Mr. Rothstein, I'm Pat Webb.

- How do you do?



- Hey, it is a pleasure.

- I heard a lot about you.



Oh, thank you, sir.

Hey, house is doin' well.



Hey, all that money

is rollin' in.



I appreciate you takin' the time

to see a poor civil servant.



- Why don't you have a seat, hmm?

- Oh, thank you, sir.



I come here personally

to kind of smooth over...



any fracas

about a certain matter.



See, uh, 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 if you'll think about

our little problem along them lines...



and you'll forgive me

for sayin' it...



maybe he did not

deserve to be fired.



I'm sorry, but he knew

about our getting hit...



on three big machines in a row

and he did nothing about it.



That means, either he was in on it or he

was too dumb to see what was goin' 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, uh...

[Clears throat]



Are we certain that you want

the Gaming Control Board...



eyeballing your record and

your gangster pals like Nicky Santoro.



I think you're way out of line

talking to me like that.



What you're saying is 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 hirin' him back.



I can't do that.



I appreciate the fact

that he's your brother-in-law...



and I do want to help you

and I like to do favors.



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 the bottom

line is, he cannot be trusted.



[Phone Ringing]



Okay. Thanks.



Well... you know,

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?






Isn't it bad enough you're drinking

too much? You're taking my pills too?



I didn't take your pills.



Look, for my ulcer,

I take a half a one of these.



And that's when I have

extreme pain.



I had a three-month supply.

What did you do with 'em?




You didn't have to beat him up.






I was just trying to help him.



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.



[Crying Continues]



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.



You know what, Ace?

I don't give a shit!



I'm gettin' out of here.

I am.



[Crying Continues]



Come over here.

You gotta get hold of yourself.



- Okay. Okay.

- If not for me, at least for Amy.



Understand? Your drinking's

gettin' 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 fuckin'

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.



[Crying Continues]



[Nicky] No matter what the problems

were outside the count room...



it was all worth it.



The cash kept rollin' in...



and the suitcases

kept comin' and goin'.



And let me tell you, the fuckin'

bottom line here is... cash.



The only problem was

that after a while...



the bosses noticed that the suitcases

were gettin' a little light.



Wait a minute.

You mean to tell me...



that the money we're robbing

is being robbed?



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 Nash...

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?



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 this money because they're

my guys, so give 'em 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 doin'?

- I was with my cumma.



- What are you doin' with your cumma?

- I gave her a scheff.



The only trouble was,

Piscano was a disaster.



This guy could fuck up

a cup of coffee.



- What you been doin'?

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



And little did anybody know

where this would lead.



If they did, they'd would've

been better off makin' fuckin' novena.



You gotta go back there

and talk to that guy.



- I never got paid my expenses

for the last trip.

- What expenses?



I'm layin' money outta my own pocket

and I never get anything back.



You gotta go back out there.



From now on, I'm gonna

start keepin' records.



No records, Artie. What are

you gonna do with records, pay taxes?



I keep layin' out

my own fuckin' dough.



What the hell are

we doin' over here?



You're goin' to Las Vegas

at my expense.



Oh, fuck.

I mean, after all...



[Ace] No matter how many novenas

you could make...



nothing was gonna stop

what came up next.



- I can't believe you're doing this.

- We made a deal.



It turned out Phil Green,

Mr. Integrity...



had a partner

nobody knew about.



And when she showed up

and started demanding money...



- Why are you doing this?

- Because you're wrong.



- Yes, you are.

- No, I am not wrong.



Green tried to stonewall her.



I will see to it that you

do not get away with this.



So, she sued him in court.



The court will now hear the matter

of the plaintiff, Anna Scott...



against Tangiers Corporation

and its president, Phil Green.



- Oberon on behalf of Mr. Green.

- Logan on behalf of Anna Scott.



- Mr. Oberon, you can proceed.

- Thank you, Judge.



I believe he was fair,

and I'm delighted with the decision.



We got a problem.



It didn't go too well.

Green has to open up the books...



has to show how

he got the financing.



Hey, that's not good.



[Nicky] She was doin' pretty good

with her lawsuit.



But before she could start

countin' her money...



the boys back home decided

to settle the case out of court.



So they sent me.



Can you comment on

the murder of Anna Scott?



- What are you talking about?

- She was found

last night shot in the head.



Was this just

a real estate partnership?



Her lawyer said

you were partners.



We were involved in minor

real estate deals many years ago.



It was never a partnership.



Did you ever hear

of the.   caliber killer?



[Ace] 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

to make sure 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,

then, you're the boss?



I serve with the pleasure

of the chairman of the board.



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.



Hmm, have you read this?



About Mr. Rothstein.



It says, "The Midwest bookmaker

with mob ties...



says that he is the real boss

of the $    million...



Tangiers casino empire."



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 gettin' your shorts

in a knot, would you do that?



And kinda check closely, 'cause we may

have to kick a kike's ass outta town.



Thank you.



A Gaming Control Board




of Tangiers executive

Sam Rothstein's application...



for a gaming license

is underway.



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...






- [Phone Rings]

- 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 impossible.

You gotta make a reservation.



It's very difficult

to get in.



I'll use the service entrance.

I'll see you at  :  .



All right.



The battle between State gaming

officials and Tangiers Casino boss...



Sam "Ace" Rothstein

is heating up.



Tonight, an up-to-the-minute look

at Ace Rothstein's attempt

to get state licensing...



despite law enforcement allegations

of Rothstein's

organized crime connections.



Will Sam Rothstein's friendship

with alleged organized crime

figure Nicky Santoro...



keep Rothstein from running

the Tangiers Casino?



And can the integrity

of state gaming laws be jeopardized

by a boyhood friendship?



- Why don't you take it easy

on that stuff? Huh?

- [Newscaster Continues]



Come on.

Let me help you down.



We're talking

about some stuff.



At    Will a boyhood friendship

unseat Rothstein

as the Tangiers Casino boss?



Exclusive on the KBBO

special news report.



- Go down. Just... go downst-

- [Newscaster Continues]



You can't let this concern you, Ace.

Don't worry.



It's just a political

witch hunt.






Do you want

something to drink?



- Charlie, a refill?

- Yeah, great.



No. Hey, Mr. Clark.

I've been tryin' to reach you.



- You're tougher to get

than the president.

- Well, I've been busy.



Yeah? At least you could return

my phone calls, though.



Listen, Nicky,

we talked about this.



And I explained to you that you might

have to take some kind of loss.






I think I want my money back.




What are you gonna do, strong-arm me?



- [Laughing]

- 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...



and walk in and see, and, uh,

if you don't have my money for me...



I'll crack your fuckin' head

wide open in front of everybody.



And just about the time

that I'm comin' out of jail...



hopefully you'll be comin'

out of your coma.



And guess what? I'll split

your fuckin' head open again.



'Cause I'm fuckin' stupid.

I don't give a fuck about jail.



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.

- Hey, you fat Irish prick!

You put my money to sleep!



- Get my money, or I'll put

your brain to sleep.

- Sam!



Never mind Sam.

This is personal.



I'll be there in the morning. You can

try me, Fatso. You fuckin' try me.



You think he got the point?



What're you doin'?

He's a square guy, for chrissakes.

He's gonna run to the F.B.I.



That prick's been dodgin' me

for three weeks.

You're tryin' to tell me what to do.



I'm not tryin' to tell you what to do.

You're outta line. Where's your head?



Where's my head?

Where's your fuckin' balls?



I'm tryin' to put somethin' big together

here. You know what I'm talkin' about.



If you're actin' like this now,

can I depend on you?



A lot of things gonna change.

If you wanna be there with me,

you're gonna have to go my way.



Listen, Nick, understand my situation.

I'm responsible for thousands of people.



I got a hundred million a year

goin' through the place.



It's all over if I don't

get that license.



If it goes bad for me,

it's bad for a lot of people.



Forget about your fuckin' license.

I plant my own flag,

you ain't gonna need a license.



You know, I don't know what it

is, Sammy, but the more I talk to you...



the more I feel like you just

don't want to go along with me.



- No, I don't want

to come along with you.

- All right, fine.



I don't want to be involved

in anything you're talking about, okay?



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?



That's taken out of context.

I had no control over that.



- Ronnie and Billy will tell you

exactly what happened.

- Back home that looks bad.



Looks bad? Every time you're

on television, I get mentioned.

That looks bad.



- What the fuck happened to you?

- What happened to me?



- What happened to you?

You lost control.

- I lost control?



Look at you, you're fuckin' walkin'

around like John Barrymore.



A pink robe and a fuckin'

cigarette holder? I lost control?



I don't wanna bring this up,

but you been treatin' people

with disrespect, even your wife.



My wife? What does she have

to do with this?



She was upset about a lot of things,

especially that whole fuckin'

Lester Diamond incident.



You're the shoulder to cry on?

Did you her tell about your

little role in that situation?



No, that's not

the fuckin' point.



- The point is, she's upset,

and you've got a problem.

- I would appreciate it...



if you stay out

of my personal life.



- You wouldn't like it

if I did it to you.

- She came to talk to me.



What was I supposed to do?

Throw her out?



- Stay away from her.

It's none of your business.

- It's none of my business?



A week ago it was. Now it's none of my

business. When you need me, you need me.



The way you need me

to vouch for you as a citizen.



I'm gonna have to straighten out

what you did with this guy.



This guy is gonna run

to the F.B.I. now.



Your head's bigger

than your casino.



[Ace Narrating] I knew what

he wanted. 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.



A bunch of stool pigeons wound up

in the trunks of their cars.

They questioned Nicky.



A lawyer.



- [Explosions]

- They questioned Nicky.



When some guys that didn't pay

their shylocks began disappearing...



Nicky's name was in every one

of those newspapers.



Nicky was questioned

in two dozen murders,

but they always had to let him go.



There were never any witnesses.



[Nicky Narrating]

The coppers blamed me

for everything that went wrong.



Watch yourself.

You're gonna get runned over, there.



If a guy fuckin' tripped over a

banana peel, they'd bring me in for it.



Come on, be nice, huh?



And 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 dealin' with degenerate

animals out here.



But the bosses,

what do they give a fuck?



They're sittin' on their asses

drinkin' anisette.



I'm the guy in the trenches.



Fuckin' bosses think it's

a fuckin' free lunch out here.



Frankie, they found

a guy's head in the desert.



You know about that?



- Yeah, I heard. Yeah.

- Yeah.



Everybody's talkin'.

They're makin' a big deal out of it.

It's in all the papers.



What are you gonna do?



And I mean, that's no good.

You gotta tell him to take care

of things a little better.



I'll tell him, Remo.



[Nicky Narrating] Fuckin' bosses;

they're smokin' their Di Nobilis...



and they're eatin' trippa and fuckin'

suffritte, you know, fried pigs' guts.



If I want to talk private,

I gotta go to a bus stop.



- What do they care long as

I keep sendin' money back?

- They're complainin'.



Let 'em complain. I'm the one

who's here. I do all the work.



- Somebody don't like it, fuck 'em.

- It's up to you.



They want a fuckin' war?

I'm ready.



All I gotta do is take care

of five of those guys.

The rest will fall into place.



Peekaboo, you fucks, you.



I see you,

you motherfuckers.



[Ace Narrating]

Nicky was not only bringing

heat on himself, but on me too.



The F.B.I. watched every move he made,

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



[Nicky Narrating]

If they're gonna watch me,

I'm gonna watch 'em right back.



I spent a few bucks.

Top dollar. Who gives a shit?



I got the latest anti-buggin' equipment

from the same places

that sell to the fuckin' C.I.A.



I had special police frequency radios,

F.B.I. de-scramblers,

cameras that see in the dark.



And because of that,

the miserable sons of bitches

never caught me doin' anything.



[Ace Narrating]

I got my job on the line, and

this guy's havin' the time of his life.



He has every cop in the state

watchin' him, and he's out playin' 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.



I mean, 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.



That's gonna mean something

when you go before the commission.



- All I ask is a fair hearing.

- This kind of honesty will

guarantee that fair hearing.



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

- [Airplane Engine Sputtering]



- [Engine Sputtering]

- I wanted to hear

the summary about Kansas City.



What the fuck is this?



[Engine Sputtering]



Where's this guy

gonna land, the fairway?



They're fuckin' agents, Frankie.

Look at this.



[Ace Narrating]

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.



A hundred dollars,

whoever hits the plane.



And as if things weren't bad enough,

in comes Piscano,

the Kansas City underboss.



He ran that little grocery store

in Kansas City

where they bought the suitcases.



Fightin' over those suitcases again.

You know what that means, right?



I gotta take another trip to Vegas, and

it's gonna cost me another couple grand.



[Ace Narrating]

He ran it with his brother-in-law...



but mostly what he did was complain

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 fuckin'

nickel goes down. Receipts...



- Hey, oh, wha...

What's the matter with you?

- Everything's here.



- Since when do you talk like that?

- I'm sorry.



Nance gives me trouble,

I'll tell him I'll take the eyes

out of his frickin' head.



- Again.

- I said, "frickin' head."



- That's enough.

- I'm sorry.



[Ace Narrating] What happens next?

You can't believe it.



Who would believe that the F.B.I.

had a wire in the place...



Iookin' for some information

about some old homicide...



about some guy who was whacked-out

God knows when over God knows what.



What's to prevent him with the suitcases

that he could take what he wants?



Fuckin' Nance takes back 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.

You believe this bullshit?



Sure, he's got his people in there.

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 fuckin' shovel.

- Take it easy.



Ma, I'm sorry.

They're beatin' me left and right.



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

- I know, but that's enough.



You know what they're doin'. I can't

take this no more. Back and forth.



- Take it easy. You'll get

a heart attack like that.

- I know. I'm too upset.



[Ace Narrating]

And the damn thing is,

they hear all this stuff...



about Las Vegas

and the casinos and suitcases...



and that's it.



[Piscano Shouting]



Everything's comin' outta my pocket.

I gotta pay.



[Ace Narrating]

Would you believe that

such a thing could happen?




I'm in this to make money,

not to lose money.



[Ace Narrating]

Every F.B.I. man across the country

had their ears open now.




If you want something done right

you gotta do it yourself.



[Ace Narrating]

I mean, Piscano, this guy

basically sunk the whole world.



[Piscano's Mother]

There are some that are good

and some that are bad.



Mr. Chairman,

members of the commission...



Mr. Rothstein is pleased

to be here today.



[Ace Narrating]

When the day finally came, I was ready.



I felt so confident that

all I had to do was present my case.



We have documents, one of which is

a report by retired F.B.I. agents...



which completely absolves Mr. Rothstein

from any wrongdoing.



- Counselor, before you continue...

- I want to have this marked...



This commission is prepared

to act on a motion

denying the Rothstein application.



- Denying?

- Do I hear a motion seconded?



Mr. Chairman,

I second the motion.



Do I have a vote

on the motion?



- Aye.

- Aye. Aye.



The ayes have it.

This hearing is adjourned.



- You have to be kidding.

- Adjourned?

What do you mean, "Adjourned"?



Senator, you promised me a hearing. You

didn't even look at the F.B.I. reports.



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 never comped you?



- I don't comp you

at least three times a month?

- I'd like to answer that.



Mr. Rothstein is being very typical

to this point. He's lying.



The only time I was at the Tangiers

was with Barney Greenstein.



- Was I at that dinner?

Tell me, was I at that dinner?

- You were wandering.



- Was I at that dinner? Was I?

- You were wandering.



- You were... in the...

You were in the building.

- I was in the building?



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.



Thanks for not calling me a liar,

you son of a bitch. You son of a...



A routine licensing hearing

turned into bedlam yesterday...



when the flamboyant Tangiers Casino

executive, Sam "Ace" Rothstein...



- What are you runnin' for, Bob?

- accused the state's top

gaming officials of corruption.



You promised me when you were

getting comped at my hotel.



You were asking me for copies

of your bill so you could put 'em

on your expense account.



In a wild outburst that followed

his gaming license denial...



- Bullshit! Bullshit!

- Rothstein followed several...



stunned commissioners into the hallway

where he continued his harangue...



until his own lawyers

and friends urged him to leave.



You have a past. I have a past.

My past is no worse than yours.



But you guys think you have

the right to pass judgment!




Long suspected of running

the Tangiers without a license...



yesterday's hearing was

to determine whether someone

with Rothstein's history...



was qualified to officially hold

a top gaming post.




Fuckin' hypocrites!



- What the hell's he gonna do now?

- I don't know.



What's he doin'? He knows all those

guys he yelled at are friends of ours.



What's the matter with him,

making all this mess?



Maybe he could run things with another

job title. What are we gonna do?



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, whatever job he takes,

make sure it's something quiet.



[R. Strauss,

"Also Sprach Zarathustra"]



[Woman Announcer]

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




and the Sam Rothstein




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.



And now, ladies and gentlemen,

the new entertainment director

of the Tangiers Hotel Casino...



- Mr. Sam Rothstein.

- [Applause]



Welcome to the Sam Rothstein Show.

We're very happy

to have you here this evening.



The young lady to my left

is Trudy, who is...



a lead new dancer

in our fabulous show from Paris.



- [Applauding]

- Our first guest this evening...



is Frankie Avalon.



- Keep an eye on him.

- [Avalon] I've got a large family.



- How many kids do you have?

- I'm very proud to say

that we have eight children.



- [Applauding]

- [Avalon] No, no, please. Please.



- That's amazing.

- There's nothing to it.

It was my pleasure.



- Ace, don't do it.

- [Rimsky-Korsakov,

"Flight Of The Bumblebee"]



Oh, no, no. Oh, no.



Oh, Jesus.



He's juggling!



[Ace] Let's not take 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.



[Stone] What the hell is he doin'

on television, anyway?



He's on all night,

screamin' about how he's gonna take

his lawsuit to the Supreme Court.



He really must be crazy.

He's gonna go to Washington with this?



He's out

of his fuckin' mind.



It's a pity we have such hypocrisy.

Some people do what they want.



Other people have to pay

through the nose. Such is life.



Andy, go see him. Tell him

maybe it's time he should quit.



[Ace] First of all, what they did

was totally unconstitutional.



We're on the list to be heard before

the Supreme Court of the United States.



This guy 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,"

that's like a papal bull.



Not only should you quit,

you should run.



Every time they mention my name

in the papers, they mention Nicky too.



How the fuck

does that help?



The heat he brought down

is murder.



The police department was cooperative.

He pissed 'em off.

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 awhile. Would that be so bad?



- They ain't sendin' Nicky nowhere.

- If he took a break...



it would give everybody

time to maneuver.



I would forget about the maneuver.

I would just get out.






I can't do that.



[Ace Narrating]

As soon as Andy got home,

Nicky heard about our talk.



Next morning, bright and early,

I get the call.



Great. You know, I've got to do

some shopping. You want to go?



[Ace Narrating] 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 the stuff involving crimes.



So on routine calls, they have

to click off after a few minutes.



[Woman] Yeah, I got

a sprained fuckin' elbow.



- Yeah.

- Meet me at  :  .



- At Caesar's?

-     yards down the road.



- Why?

- Don't ask questions. Just be there.



Suzy Cream Cheese has

the exact same outfit.




I saw something.



Something very cute.



[F.B.I. Agent] Okay, he's out.

It's the ant. Brown unit.



And he's with the bogey.

I think it's Frankie.



[Ace Narrating]

Nicky started out before me...



because it wasn't that easy

for him to get around.



Nicky couldn't even go

for a ride without changing cars...



at least six times

before he could shake all his tails.



Because of the planes,

he had to use underground garages.



- [Tires Squealing]

- [Slams Door]



- [Slams Door]

- [Slams Door]



[Ace Narrating] Meeting in the middle

of the desert always made me nervous.



It's a scary place.



I knew about the holes

in the desert, of course.



And everywhere I looked,

there could have been a hole.



Normally, my prospects

of comin' back alive...



from a meetin' with Nicky

were    out of    .



But this time, when I heard him say a

couple of hundred yards down the road...



I gave myself   -  .



Where the fuck you get off talkin'

to people behind my back,

goin' over my head?



- What people?

- What people? What'd you think,

I wasn't gonna find out?



I don't even know

what you're talkin' about.



You said I'm bringin' heat on you?

I gotta listen to people

because of your shit?



You're orderin' me out? You better get

your own fuckin' army, pal!



I didn't order you or anybody.

I told Andy Stone that you had heat,

and that was a problem.



- You want me to get out

of my own fuckin' town?

- Yeah.



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. It's my ass.



I don't know whether you know

you have your fuckin' casino

because I made that possible!



I'm what counts out here.

Not your fuckin' country clubs

or your fuckin' TV shows!



And what the fuck

are you doin' on TV anyhow?



I get calls from home every day.

They think you went batshit!



I'm only on TV because

I gotta be able to hang around

the casino. You understand.



You could have had

the food-and-beverage job

without goin' on television!



You wanted to go on TV.



Yeah, I wanted to go on TV.

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. That's right.



You're makin'

a spectacle of yourself.



Me? I wouldn't even be

in this situation if it wasn't for you.



Every time I meet somebody,

the question is: Do I know you?



- Sure, now you wanna blame

your fuckin' 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 fuckin' minute here.

- Do you remember what I told you?



I asked you? When the fuck did

I ever ask you if I could come out here?



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 fuckin' wise guy still around will

take a piece of your fuckin' Jew ass!



Then where you gonna go?

You're fuckin' warned.



Don't go over my head again,

you motherfucker, you!



[Door Slams, Tires Squeal]



Crack that whip



- Give the past the slip

- Well, we got company.



Step on a crack



- [Murmuring]

- Break your mama's back



When a problem comes along

you must whip it



Before the preacher

talks too long



- You must whip it

- Did you see that?



Dumb Jew motherfucker. Grew up together,

and he's actin' like he don't know me.



I know we're supposed to avoid each

other, but there's ways to do things.



Fuck him.



- To Abraham Lincoln.

- [Murmuring Agreement]



- Don't let it bother you.

- Does it look like it's botherin' me?



Why do I give a fuck?



That prick. He won't even look over.

What's his fuckin' problem?



- Fuckin' Jews stick together,

don't they?

- They're havin' a good time.



- So are we.

- Whip it good



- [Rings]

- Yeah?



- Sam, we got a problem.

- What is it?



The little guy. Nobody told him

he was eighty-sixed from the joint.



We turned our heads and made out

we didn't know who he was.



He's over at the    table

with his nose wide open.



He took money out of his own kick.

His nose is open for about      .



- Now he's really pissed.

- Oh, no.



- He wants a       marker.

- Just give him ten.



That's it.

I'll be right down.



- He's gonna come up with      

the way you want it.

- No,      . I said   !



Go get it. I don't give a fuck

where you get it. Fuckers.

They take but don't give back.



I ain't got a home

I got a phone



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?



Give yourself a hand,

right across your fuckin' mouth.



Look at this beaut

they put in now.



Sherbert send you

to rob me now?



Been fuckin' knockin' everybody's dick

all night? Been beating the customers?



Huh, jag-off? Hit me.



Take this stiff and pound it

up your fuckin' ass.



Hit me again.



Take this one and stick it

up your sister's ass. Hit me again.



That's it. Keep lookin' at him.

If you had any heart at all,

you'd be stealin' for a livin'.



Hit me again! What the fuck

you keep lookin' at him for?



You fuckin'... Look at this,    fuckin'

paints in a row. Hit me again.



You should pay as fast

as you collect, you know.



- You gotta get outta 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 fuckin' money.

- I'm gonna okay you ten.



Then you gotta get out

before the cops are all over you.



Ten and that's it.



What are you starin' at,

you bald-headed Jew prick?



- Come on, come on.

Let's get outta here.

- I'm still gonna get you, fucker.



Get outta here?

I got a marker comin'. Deal.



[Man] Everything's changed now.

You're talking about a divorce.



You're asking for alimony payments

and child support, and now custody.



I just want what any

divorced woman would get.



She's only sober

about two hours a day.



It's usually from   :   in the morning

'til  :   in the afternoon.



If I gave her her money and her jewels,

she's gonna piss it all away in a year.



Where would you be then?

Comin' right back to me...



- or findin' 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 I could leave.



Look in my eyes.



Look-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.



[Ace Narrating]

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 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 that way.



- Everything all right?

- [Ace Continues]

I mean, what could we do?



After a while, we'd just take breathers

from each other. Little separations.



At that time, I remember Ginger

took Amy to Beverly Hills.



She was gonna spend

a week shopping.



- Yes, Mr. Rothstein.

- Operator, the Beverly Hotel

in Beverly Hills, please.



- [Operator] Beverly Hotel.

- [Ace] Mrs. Sam Rothstein, please.



Mr. and Mrs. Rothstein

have checked out already.



Mr. and Mrs. Rothstein?



Hey, little Dale Evans.



- Yes, they both checked out.

- Thank you.



[Hangs Up Receiver]



[Phone Ringing]



Hello. Yeah.



My wife is with an old friend

of hers in L.A.



Some lowlife.

A guy named Lester Diamond.



My daughter is with them, and I think

they're gonna try and kidnap her.



- Is there anybody you can send?

- We'll take care of it.



[Doorbell Rings]



We got a number and an address.



- Hello. Is this Lester?

- Hello.



Who's calling?



This is Sam Rothstein. I want to talk

to Ginger. Put her on the phone.



She's not here, Sam.



Listen to me very carefully.

I want to talk to Ginger.



I want my kid back.

I want her put on a plane immediately.



- I know she's there. Don't fuck around.

- Sam, I wouldn't.



- [Lester Snaps Fingers]

- You shouldn't do this.



- [Snapping Fingers]

- [Ace] You understand?

Put her on the fuckin' phone.



Sam, I don't know where she is.



[Lester Stammering] So... listen...

Can I call you back?



-    -   -    .

- Mm-hmm.     .



- Okay, I'll call you right back.

- Right away.



- Right back.

- You got it.



Schmuck. All right,

I just bought us a few minutes.



You want to get back

at this prick? Hmm?



- Okay, you got what?

Two million in that box?

- [Snorts]



Hey, you got a minute? He's got

two million in the box, am I right?



You let him

keep your jewels.



We take the cash and the only other

thing he cares about. Huh? 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.



You're the mother. How much you think

he'll pay to get this kid back?



- I don't want to go to Europe.

- Shut your mouth.

You know where she gets this?



- You shut up.

- [Diamond]

You want me to come over there?



I'll 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.

He called you right here.

- That's who was on the phone.



- I just talked to him.

- So he knows where you are.



That means he's sending some guys

over here, probably right now.



It means he's sitting

by the phone, like a dumbbell...



- waiting for me to call him back.

- He's sitting by the phone

just waiting for you to call.



What do you think we're gonna do?

He's probably got guys

outside the fuckin' house!



- This is fuckin' bullshit!

This is bullshit!

- Get your bag! Let's go!



- Oh, what bullshit? What?

You want to talk it over now?

- Okay, you done yakkin'?



- Go, go! Get in the car!

- Go, go, go.



Just relax.

Nobody's killing anybody.



- [Ginger Babbling]

I think he's gonna kill me.

- Just relax.



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 at this number...



- and you're gonna be there, right?

- I'll be here.



Listen, don't do anything else crazy,

okay? You all right? Okay.






- Just knock it off.

You two knock it off.

- She started it.



- She started the whole thing.

I'm just standing here.

- Get in the car.



You're not gonna drive. Don't even think

you're gonna drive. I'm gonna drive.



- I'm not gonna drive

with some crazy woman.

- You're driving me nuts!



Get on the passenger side! And I'm

sending this kid to Bolivia in a box!



Can we...



[Starts Car, Stereo Blaring]



You can go your own way



[Volume Decreases]

Go your own way



Tell me why



- Everything turned around

- Ginger called me.



- [Continues]

- Yeah.



- I just told you she called me.

- What'd she want?



She was afraid to call you.



- She's with that cocksucker.

They got Amy.

- That's why I'm here.



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?

- [Sighs]



What am I going to do

with this woman?



- Driving me fuckin' crazy.

- I think if you, uh...



assure her that she's gonna be

all right, she'll come back.



Driving me fuckin' crazy.



Once you get her here,

you think about it.



Wait 'til you get the kid back.

She wants to come back.



That's the main thing here.



You want your kid, don't you?




- [Rings]

- [Ace] 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, put Amy on a plane,

any plane, to get her here right away.



- 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 I came back...



Do you think

you could forgive me?




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 ya...



I made some mistakes,

and I spent some money.



- What's it under?

- Pretty serious.



- How serious?

- [Sniffling] It's under   .



- It's under      ?

- Yeah.



- The rest of the two million

is still there?

- Yeah, I got the rest.



Okay, no big deal.

That's okay.



He got his   .



That I'll live with.

Any more, I couldn't.






All right, all right. Where are you?

I'll send a plane for you right away.



Hi, Sam.



So what'd you do with it?



With what?



With the money.



He needed some clothes.



      for clothes?



He wanted a watch too.



-       for clothes and a watch?

- Mm-hmm.






- Good evening, senora. This way.

- Geno.



[Ace Narrating]

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...



but, hey,

      for three suits?



That doesn't

make much sense.



First of all, he's not gonna wear

thousand-dollar suits.



Let's say he did,

which he won't.



How you gonna get fitted

for    suits in three days?



- I'm confessin'

- I mean, how could you

get fitted that fast?



I can't get fitted that fast,

and I pay twice as much.



- I bought him a watch too.

- Yeah.



But even if you bought him a really nice

watch, one that he thought was nice...



He doesn't know

what the fuck a good watch is.



- Say you go five, ten, twelve grand...

- Yeah.



at the most,

which is impossible, for him.



Plus, at the most, three suits,

     apiece. That still leaves what?



- Around      ?

- 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.



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, is a favor to me?



So, counting the watch,

let's say another     ...



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 fuckin' piece

of shit had a good fuckin' time.



On my money.



You might as well have fucked him,

which you probably did anyway.



You're lookin' at me

a certain way.



You're teary-eyed, huh?



You're upset. You're

a good actress, you know that?



Good fuckin' actress.



You can fuckin' get

that pity out of people.



I'm not a john.

You understand?



You always thought I was,

but I'm not. And I'm not a sucker.



That fuckin' pimp cocksucker.



He's lucky I didn't

kill him last time.



Lucky he's fuckin' livin'.

If you would have stayed with Amy...



and you would have ran away,

he would have been fuckin' dead.



Both of you. Dead. Dead.



Dreamin' dreams of you

Little babe



[Ginger Whispering] No,

it isn't right. It isn't fair.



[Indistinct Whispering







He doesn't come home at night.

What is the big fuckin' deal?



I go... Listen, I just

can't fuckin' take it.



Why should I fuckin' take it?

That wasn't the deal.



He acts like I'm the only one

around here with a fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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.

- [Gasping] Yes, I do!



I fuckin' hate you!

I can't take it anymore!



- Yes, I want to kill you!

I hate your fuckin' guts!

- You hate my guts?



- I'm sick of being with you!

- I want you to come with me now!



- Come with me now. Come with me now.

- [Gasping]



- [Screams]

- I want you out.

I want you out of here.



- [Continues Screaming]

- I want you out of here!

I want you out of here!



Take your fuckin' bag

and get out of here!



I'll go, but 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 right now!

You can't just put me in the street!



You haven't been straight

with me ever since I met you!



You never even loved me

in the first place!



I need eyes in the back

of my head with you, you fuckin' bitch!



How could I love you?

You treat me like I'm your fucking dog!



- You're lower than a dog!

- [Ginger] Fuck you!



Here! Here!

Is this enough money?



Will it last you

two fuckin' days? Take it!



- Greedy bitch. Take the fuckin' money.

- I'm going to the bank...



- and I'm getting my jewelry too!

- It opens at  :   a.m.



Don't send your guys down there

to stop me! I mean it!



I guarantee you,

I will not stop you.



You're not getting rid of me

with one fucking suitcase!



Come back tomorrow and get the rest.

Just get out of here. Fine!



- I'm taking Amy.

- You're not taking Amy.



I am.

I'm waking her up right now.



You're stoned. You're a junkie.

Get out of here.



- I am not! She's my daughter too!

- Get out of here!



Send my lawyers a letter,

god-fuckin'-damn you!



You're not getting away with this!

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






[Revs Engine]



[Tires Screeching]



[Car Approaching]



[Car Door Closes]



[Door Opens, Closes]



[Ace Narrating] 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.



- Oh. Have a good day at school, okay?

- Okay.



Okay, angel.



[Clears Throat]



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.






[Nicky] What are you supposed to do?

What do you want to do?



You want to stay the way you are?

You can't do that.



Listen, two people don't get along,

at some point you gotta call it.



It's none of my business,

but I think 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 my jewelry 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?



- You know he's never gonna

give me my jewelry.

- Hmm.



He holds that key so tight,

he's probably got it stuck up his ass.




You're right. That's Sammy.



And he's probably

got it there too.






He's so fuckin' 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.

- [Laughs]



- He'd have been right too. Seriously.

- Come on.



- You don't take a guy's kid

and then take off.

- I didn't.



I mean, I did, but then I did exactly

what you told me to do, and I came back.



- You did. You're right.

You did. I like that.

- Exactly what you said.



- That's what I like about you.

You did the right thing.

- I did what you told me.



- Yes, you did.

- Because you always tell me

the right thing to do.






And now that it's all over



He really fucked himself up

out here, didn't he?



- He sure did.

- Everything went to his head.



- [Sighs] 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 fuckin' guts.



Come on, 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.



I'm not, and 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.




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.



- Yeah. Uh-huh.

- It's what you want?



Yes, it came from your pen,

dear but not from your heart



- [Camera Shutter Clicking]

- The third king

The joke of the deck



You ended your letter enclosed

"Please sign my check"



- That's Ace's wife.

- Why, you fool



- You poor, sad, worthless

foolish fool

- Fantastic.



If you think that money can pay

for the hard years I've suffered



'Til things broke your way



- This is great for the boss.

- I'm answering your last letter

that says we must part



I'm tearing up the 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



Win a little



- [Car Approaching]

- Lose a little



[Car Door Slams,

Front Door Slams]



- Hi.

- Hi.



- You didn't answer your beeper.

- I threw it away.



You threw it away?



I tried to do this thing. I know that

you want me to, but it's just...



I'm driving down the freeway

and the fuckin' thing's

beep, beep, beep, 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?

- Jennifer.



- Where'd you go?

- To the Riviera.



What'd you have?



- I had a salad.

- What did Jennifer have?



She had the same.






I want you

to call Jennifer...



and I want you to tell her

to tell you what you had for lunch.



I'm gonna listen in

on the other line.



- Why do you want to do that?

- You know why.



- Just do it.

- Fine.



I just need to get

the bowl for my thing.



[Line Rings]



[Hangs Up]

The line's busy.



There's nobody there.






[Line Ringing]



- Hello.

- Hello, Jennifer. It's Sam.



All right.

I didn't have lunch with Jennifer.



- [Hangs Up Receiver]

- Okay.



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.



[Ace Narrating]

I knew she fucked around.



She did what she did,

and I did what I had to do...



but, Jesus, Nicky was the worst thing

she could have done.



What if he won't stop?



[Ace Narrating]

It could get us both killed.



I can back him off.



[Ace Narrating] She was

very convincing when she wanted to be.



And this is how

she backed him off.






Hey, Ginger.



Don't forget,

if you're challenged...



if he asks anything,

deny everything.



You understand? I don't want him

bringing beefs back home.



That could really cause

a serious problem.



Got to be careful.

He's not dumb, you know?



You hear what I'm saying, right?



I know. You don't have

to tell me that.



What? Do you think I'm stupid?



Do I think you're stupid? No.



I think you're beautiful.

But I gotta go.



[Ace Narrating]

By this time, Nicky had things

so fucked up on the streets...



that every time Marino went back home,

the packages got smaller and smaller.



It got to the point,

when he walked into the place...



he didn't know whether he was

going to be kissed or killed.



[Gaggi] 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.



[Frankie Narrating]

What could I say?



I knew if I gave

the wrong answer...



Nicky, Ginger, Ace, all of them

could have wound up gettin' killed.



Because 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

gettin' killed too.



- No, I ain't seen anything like that.

- Are you sure?



I'm positive.



Remo, things are very

fucked up down there.



I know.

That's why I'm asking.



- You see, my main concern is Nicky.

- Mm-hmm.



I want to know if he's

doing all right, if he's okay.



- He's good. He's fine.

- I'm asking you to keep

an eye on Nicky.



- Do it for me.

- No problem.



I wouldn't want to be jeopardizing

anything for our friends. Understand?



- I understand.

- Okay.



Frankie, you're a good boy.



Thanks, Remo.



[Ace Narrating]

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.



[Ace Continues] 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.



- Hey, what do you guys want?

- Police! Stay in the car!



[Ace Narrating] He never knew

when to keep his mouth shut.



- [Police] Drop the gun!

- Fuck you!



[Ace Continues]

The cops shot Blue...



- because they thought

his hero sandwich was a gun.

- [Gunshots]



- They could have been right,

but who knows?

- Jesus Christ!



What gun? He's got

a fuckin' hero sandwich here.



- What do you want? It's pitch black.

- Pitch black!



- It's tinfoil. It looked like a gun!

- You fuckin' moron!



- I'll be fillin' out paperwork

for the next two months!

- What are we gonna do?



- I'm sorry!

- You jerk-off!



[Ace Narrating] To get even,

Nicky's crew got stoned one night...



and they started shooting up

the cops' houses.



It got to the point where they couldn't

talk in the Gold Rush anymore...



because the Feds

put a wire in the wall.



Even when they talked outside,

they had to cover their mouths...



- Shit, he's covering up again.

- because the Feds

brought in lip readers.



Nicky found out from a teller

who owed him money.



He asked me again

about you and the Jew's wife.



Walk, walk, walk.

What'd you say?



He asked me again about you

and the Jew's wife.




What'd you tell him?



I told him

I didn't know nothin'.



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.



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 fuckin' 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.

- Yeah, but 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.

- Yeah.



Just let me know.

But you got to be ready.



You know what

I'm talkin' about?



Did I say

to do anything yet?



I said I'm not sure. I'll let

you know. I want to think about it.



Where are these pricks at?

Dominick said they're in the motel?



- There or in the fuckin' bank.

I don't know.

- Roll over the Jew.



- Hey, hey, hey That's what I say

- [Line Ringing]



I can't get no



- Satisfaction

- [Continues Ringing]



I can't get me no



- I can't get no

- [Phone Rings]



- And I try and I try

And I try, try, try, try

- [Ringing Continues]



I can't get no

I can't get me no



- When I'm watchin' my TV

- Be right back. I'll be right back.



- And a man comes on to tell me

- Rudy.



Any calls for me, just give them

to Mr. Sherbert. I'll be right back.



- Sure, Mr. Rothstein.

- I'm going home for a few seconds.



Same cigarettes as me



- I can't get no No, no, no

- [Dialing]



Hey, hey, hey



- That's what I say

- He's on his way home.



- Oh... okay.

- And I'm doing this

And I'm trying that



And I'm trying

to make some dough



Baby, baby, baby

baby, baby, baby



- Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

baby, baby, baby, baby

- Hello?



- Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby

baby, baby, baby, baby

- Hello? Ginger?



- [Amy] Help, Daddy!

- Amy!



- Amy, open the door!

- I can't! I'm tied!






- Dad!

- What happened?



- Who did this to you?

- Mommy.



I'm gonna get a knife

and cut you loose, honey.



- No, please, please!

- Okay, Papa will be right back.



- When did this happen, honey?

- I don't know.



What time did your mother

do this? When did she leave?



I don't know.



- [Sighs]

- [Moaning]



[Phone Ringing]



- Hello?

- Sammy.



- Yeah. Who's this? Nick?

- Me.



- 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

and locked her in her room.



I gotta find her.

I don't know where she is.



Well, listen, Ginger's here

at the Leaning Tower with me.



She's there with you?

She's there with you?



- Yeah, she's here.

- I'll be right over.

[Slams Down Receiver]



Uh, all right.

[Hangs Up Receiver]



- Comin' over. Great.

- [Sighs]



Ace, listen,

don't make a scene, all right?



- I want to just talk

to that Irish bitch.

- She didn't know who to turn to.



She didn't know where to turn.

She's trying to save your marriage.



- Nicky, I want to talk

to that fuckin' bitch.

- Hey.



Be fuckin' nice. Calm.



Be nice.

Don't fuck up in here.



I'll throw off my sorrow



Hi, Sam. [Whispering]

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 fuckin' mind?



It was just for a little while,

Sam. The baby-sitter wasn't there.



I ought to fuckin' have you committed.

You fuckin' do that again, I'll...



- I was just gonna be out

for a little while.

- I should have...



- She was asleep.

I was gonna be right back...

- Listen.



- before she even woke up.

- Listen, you fuckin' cunt.

Listen to me.



- Fuck you. I was gonna be back...

- Let me tell you something.



- before she woke up.

- Listen to me. Listen carefully.



You ever touch her again, you ever

do anything like that again...



I'll fuckin' kill ya,

pure and simple.



You hear me?

Pure and fuckin' simple.



- Why don't you just let me go, Sam?

- I'll fuckin' kill you.



- You fuckin' whore.

- I'll sign anything

you want me to sign.



I just want the key to my jewelry,

and I want you to let me go.



- You want your jewelry?

- I want you to let me go.



And let you disgrace me,

you fuckin' pig?



Let you disgrace me?

Get up and be a mother.



Get in the car and go

to the house right now.



Get up and get in the...

Get... Get up. Get up!



- Get up. Get up.

- I wouldn't do that if I were you.



- I wouldn't do that...

- Get up!



- I wouldn't do that...

- Get the fuck...

Are you threatening me?



I'll fuckin' kill you

in this place. Get up and go home.



- I'm going! I'm going!

- You...



- Now you need approval

from him to go home?

- So what?



So who fuckin' blew you

in the parking lot before you came in?



- Huh?

- You make me sick, you fuckin'...



- Once a fuckin' hooker,

always a hooker.

- Oh, fuck you!



- Fuck you, Sam Rothstein! Fuck you!

- I can't get no satisfaction



I can't get me no




I can't get no




- I can't get me no satisfaction

- Yeah, Billy Sherbert, please.



- Who's this?

- Billy, listen, I'll explain later.



- You got a gun at home?

Bring it over right away.

- Yeah.



- Take it easy. I'll do it.

- Okay.







- No-no-no-no, I can't

get me no satisfaction

- Leave it where it is!



I can't get no




Where is he? Goddamn it,

I want that Jew bastard killed!



Calm down. Shh.

Hide her car in the back.



There's no reason to hide my car!

He already knows!



What did I tell you? Supposin' he goes

back home and makes a fuckin' beef?



- I gotta know exactly what you said.

Tell me 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

fuckin' dangerous.



I said, "Ginger, this is a dangerous

situation. Be very careful."



If it's so fucking dangerous,

then 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    years,

I'm gonna fuckin' whack him for you?






- 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

fuckin' money? Are you out of your mind?



- Look what you did to this fuckin' guy?

- What?



If you would have just

kept your fuckin' mouth shut.



What the fuck is the use! I should've

never got involved... [Screams]



- Hey! Hey! You motherfucker, you!

- [Screaming]



Ow! You fuck! You fucker!

Get out! Get the fuck out!



- Get out! Get the fuck out!

- [Crying, Screaming]



- No! No!

- Get down there! Take it easy!



I should never have gotten involved

with this fucking nut!



You'll fuckin' kill her.

Take it easy.



- Get her out of here.

Get her out of here.

- [Crying]



- [Continues Crying]

- Let's go. Let's go.






I don't need you!

I'll get my own fucking money!



- [Nicky] All right.

- I'm going to the F.B.I.!

I'm not scared anymore!



- All right. Be careful.

- You've fucked

with me for the last time!



- [Car Engine Starts, Revs]

- Okay. Yeah.



- [Tires Squeal]

- Be careful. Come on. Get inside.



- Can you believe that?

- Look at this motherfucker.



- Whew.

- [Sighs]



I fucked up, Frankie.

I fucked up good this time.



I should never have started

with this fuckin' broad.



Take it easy.

What could you do?



I mean, she threw herself

at you, right?



I'm in a bad fuckin' spot here.

You know that?



A bad fuckin' spot.




[Door Closes]



[Ace Narrating] I'd already left

the kid with neighbors...



and I had about a million

in cash and jewels...



that I gave to Sherbert

to lock up in the hotel.



Put it in the hotel safe,

then I want you to come right back.



[Car Approaching]



[Tires Squealing]



[Car Stops, Backs Up]



- She's alone.

Take the gun and go into Amy's...

- [Ginger Yelling, Ramming Car]



- Wait there for me.

- [Ginger Screaming]

Get out here and talk to me!



You fuckin' ignore me,

you motherfucker!



I mean it!

Come down here right now!



Get down here

and talk to me, goddamn it!



Fuck you!

Goddamn you, come out here!



I'm going to drive your fucking

car through the living room!



You fucking coward!

You motherfucker!



- Come out here and talk to me,

you fucker!

- Will you stop it?



- You're drunk. You're on drugs.

- [Ginger] I am not!



- You're going to be sorry

if you don't stop it.

- Don't you threaten me!



[Panting] 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!



- [Siren Blares]

- How about that, you fuckhead!



What are you looking at?

Fuck off!



Hey. Go back inside!

This is none of your business!



I don't have to take your shit

all the time anymore!



I'm going to the F.B.I.!

I will go to the police!



- I am not protecting

you anymore, you fuck!

- Mrs. Rothstein... Shh.



- [Ginger] He won't let me inside!

- [Shutter Clicking Quickly]



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 understand.



I won't let her in. I'm sorry,

Randy, I'm not gonna let her in.



- I'm not gonna let her

in the way she's behaving.

- Not gonna let me in?



- Who knows what you're

gonna do in there.

- What am I gonna do?



I've been in the same

clothes for two days!



- I want to get a few

of my things! Big deal!

- Okay.



How about if we just let her

in the house to get a few things?



- This is half her house anyway.

- I'm afraid to let her in the house.



- [Ginger]

You aren't afraid, you fucker!

- I'm afraid she'll destroy stuff.



- Let me in the house!

[Kicking Plants]

- Hey, hey, hey!



- Fucker! Fucker!

- [Officers]

Hold on! Hey! Please!



[Ginger] You ought to be afraid,

the way you fuckin' treat me!



- [Officers] lt'll make it easier...

- If we let her get her things...



- we'll be out of your hair.

- If she calms down,

I will let her in the house...



- [Ginger] I am calm!

- If she calms down...



I will let her in the house

for five minutes...



if you gentlemen will escort her out

if she happens to not want to leave.



- Can I go in? Can I go in?

- That's not a problem.



- Jeff, would you go in with her?

- Yes. Yes. Fine! Fuck you!



[Shutter Clicking Quickly]



You wouldn't believe how mean

he's been to me. He's locked up

most of my important stuff.



You wouldn't believe how mean

he's been to me. He's locked up

most of my important stuff.



All my papers and things...

I have to get them.

So don't let him come up here.



I know they're in here

in the desk... Fuck.



Just pay attention.

He could come up here at anytime.



Are you watching for him?



Got 'em.



I don't want her in there

more than a few more minutes.



No, it'll just be a couple...

We got other things to do too.



I'll hurry her up.



- How's everything else besides this?

- Fine. 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.



[Softly] Shit! Fuck!



Shit! God!



Oh, that pisses me off!

Don't worry about it.



[Footsteps Approaching]

And it would be great...



if you guys could just

follow me out of here...



because he's been

threatening me!



Take care. Thank you.




I can't believe this.



I just need to pick up a little cash

inside. Could you come with me?



[Shutter Clicking Quickly]



- Clark, you've got to stop her.

You've got to stop her.

- I'm sorry, Sam.



- What can I do?

- She's a fuckin' junkie.

She's out of her fucking mind!



She has the keys.

It's still in both your names.



- Oh!

- [Clark] There's nothing

I can do. I'd like to help...



- but I can't.

- Legally, she can't take that stuff.



Legally, she can't take that stuff.

Half of everything is mine.

Ace, listen to me.



- There's nothing I can do.

- Half... I'm coming down.




Shit! Goddamn it!



Um, 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, I can't take it.

- No, you can, you can.

You've been so nice to me.



- Yes, just hold the top open.

All right? And I can...

- [Shutter Clicks]



- [Car Approaching, Metal Scraping]

- [Gasps]



Oh, God, it's him.

You have to stop him.



He said he was gonna kill me.

You should just stop him.



Mr. Roth... Mr. Roth...

Mr. Rothstein, wait a minute.



- Hold on a second. Hey.

- [Engine Starts]



- [Ace] She's driving away.

- [Officers]

There's nothing we can do.



- There's nothing we can do.

- Look, look, look.



You can't stop her for speeding?

Look what she's doing.



- There's nothing we can do.

She had the keys.

- She's on the account.



- Let's pull her over

at that Citgo station.

- Okay. Let's do it.



[Siren Wailing]



- We're placing you under arrest for...

- For what?



- We're placing you under arrest

for aiding and abetting...

- For what?



- We're placing you under arrest

for aiding and abetting...

- But I'm just trying to leave.



[Ace Narrating] After all

the threats and all the bullshit...



it turned out Ginger

didn't tell them anything.



- But, by then, the Feds

didn't need her anyway.

- But it was mine.



- They had all the pieces they needed.

- But I didn't do anything.



- Everybody began to tumble,

one after the other, like dominoes.

- F.B.I.! We have a warrant!



Between Piscano

complaining on the wire...



between Nicky, Ginger,

me and my license...



- Paradise. We managed

to really fuck it all up.

- [Doorbell Rings]



- Mom.

- Yeah, someone's

at the fuckin' door now.



F.B.I. We have

a federal search warrant.



[Nicky Narrating]

I got wind of the pinches

coming down, so I took off.



Who needs to hang around

for that bullshit?



- My name is Mark Casper.

Special Agent F.B.I.

- Yeah?



- Can I make a fuckin' phone call?

- Hey, hold it a minute.



You can make a phone call, but you

don't have to talk to us like that.



[Agent] Everybody,

out of the room. Over to the alarm.



- [Nicky Narrating]

They got almost everybody else.

- [Agent] This area is seized!



- Get the master account list.

- I want all those papers seized

regardless of what they are.



[Men Chattering]



Put every box on the table.



Ah, yes. Here we are.

Little craps figures. [Chuckling]



[Ace Narrating]

Green? Don't even ask.



- $      of yours.

- No, he didn't.

That's why it wasn't valid.



I was being extorted. I'm willing

to tell you whatever you want to know.



- I've got nothing to hide here.

- [Nicky Narrating] Now for the best.



I couldn't believe this shit.

Piscano's expense reports took the cake.



- Oh, this is good. Bingo.

- He might as well have given them

a fuckin' blueprint.



Everybody's names, addresses,

dates, everything.



Look at this. Thank you so much,

Mr. Piscano. How considerate of you.



- Those are my mother's books.

- You're under arrest.



- [Nicky Narrating]

What a fuckin' balloon-head.

- What are you guys doing?



- Take it easy.

- [Groans] Wait!



- Wait a minute! He's sick! Oh, God!

- Move back.



- I think it's his heart!

Oh, God! Is he breathing?

- C.P.R. now!



[Ace Narrating]

Poor Artie. He got so upset,

he had a heart attack...



and dropped dead right

in front of his wife.



- Calm down!

- Artie! No, I won't calm down!



- He's my husband! Artie! Artie!

- We can't help him if...



[Ace Narrating]

And at the end of the day...



they finally came to see me

with the pictures.



Why protect a friend

who betrayed you like that?



[Ace Narrating]

But I didn't want to look at them.



I didn't want to look at the guys

who brought them either.



["House of the Rising Sun"]



Your Honor, as you can see,

my clients are elderly and infirm.



Any incarceration could

pose a serious health risk.



[Nicky Narrating]

When the bosses were arrested,

some of them were so old...



they needed doctors

at their arraignment.



[Lawyer] Pre-trial Services recommends

that bail remain as presently set.



- We're going to take a recess.

- [Nicky Narrating] When it looked

like they could get...



   years to life in prison

just for skimmin' a casino...



sick or no fuckin' sick, you knew

people were going to get clipped.



So, the day of the arraignment,

they had this meeting right

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 about Andy?



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 fuckin' 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.



Call Artie. Tell him,

I don't care what...



- he's got to be in my office

Thursday morning before   :  .

- It's done.



It's terribly important. I gotta have

a conversation with that guy...



[Firing Gun]



[Nicky Narrating]

As much as they liked him,

I mean, he wasn't one of us.



He wasn't Italian. As far as they knew,

he could have talked.




Stoney might still be alive.



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.

- [Gunshots]



[Breaks Glass]




Furniture Crashing]



[Nicky Narrating]

But then his kid got nabbed

by the Feds for drugs.



So, naturally,

the bosses were afraid

he'd come out of hiding...



just to save his kid

and give them all up.






Where you goin', jag-off?



[Nicky Narrating] But, anyway,

they all had to follow.



- Everybody went down.

- [Groans]



Fuck you.



[Nicky Narrating]

Before you knew it...



anybody who knew anything

wound up gettin' whacked.



- [Fires Gun]

- [Groaning]




Oh, no! No! No!



["House Of The Rising Sun"




[Ace Narrating]

After Ginger took off,

she wasn't much help to anybody.



She found some pimps, lowlifes,

druggies and bikers in L.A.



In a few months, they went through

all the money and all the jewels.









[Ace Narrating]

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     

in mint condition coins.



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.



- [Man] Hey, Nicky.

- [Ace Narrating]

And so did the powers that be.



- How are you?

- How you doin'?



[Nicky Narrating] 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 fuckin' 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 to get fucked

around. I mean, what's right is right.



- They don't give a fuck about...

- [Groans]



Holy fuckin'!



What the fuck...



Come on, motherfucker!



- [Yelling]

- Tough guys!

You and your fuckin' brother!



- [Nicky Gagging]

- You fuckin' scumbags!

No more!



- Frankie!

- No more!

You see? Watch!



[Men Shouting]



- Frankie! Frankie! You piece of shit!

- Fuck you, you motherfucker!



[Nicky] Fuckin' punk,

motherfucker! Piece of shit!



[Men Shouting]



No, no, no, no!



Take this motherfucker out!



[Men Continue Clubbing,

Dominick Moaning]



Frankie, leave the kid alone.

He's still breathing.



He's still breathing.

Leave him alone. Frankie.



[Frankie Continues Clubbing]

All right. Strip him.



[Nicky Crying] No balls.

You got no fuckin' balls.



Ah, Dominick. Ah, Dom.







Dominick. Dominick.



[Sobbing] Dominick.



Oh, Dominick.




Come on, come on.



- Bury them?

- Bury them.



- [Gasping]

- [Ace Narrating] 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.



- [Gasping]

- They buried them

while they were still breathing.



Mister, you all right?

Watch out!



- Mister, you all right?

- Yeah.



[Ace Narrating]

They had other ideas for me.



[Sirens Blaring,

Firemen Chattering]



[Chatter Continues]




We need some help over here!



- [Groans]

- You sure are lucky, mister.



[Choir Singing]



[Choir Continues]



[Ace Narrating]

The town will never be the same.



After the Tangiers,

the big corporations took it all over.



Today it looks like Disneyland.



[Choir Continues]



[Ace Narrating] And while the kids

play cardboard pirates...



Mommy and Daddy drop the 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 checkin'

into an airport.



And if you order room service,

you're lucky if you get it by Thursday.



Today it's all gone.

You got a whale show up

with four million in a suitcase...



and some   -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

every one of the old casinos.



And where did the money come

from to rebuild the Pyramids?



Junk bonds.



Still not sure?



- [Bell Ringing]

- Probable. Maybe questionable.



Let me know as soon

as you can find out.



[Ace Narrating]

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 memory



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

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