Casino Page #3

At one end of the room the clerks empty the metal boxes and

rapidly count the cash at a counting table. The camera follows

a cash 'drop box' being lifted from the stack by a clerk. He

pours the cash on to the table and shows the empty box to a

video camera. COUNTER #2 rapidly counts the cash and

announces:

COUNTER #2

Five thousand.

NICKY (V.O.)

I mean, to them everything looked on

the up and up. Right? Wrong.

The first counter recounts the cash.

COUNTER #1

Verify five thousand.

NICKY (V.O.)

The guys inside the counting room...

Stacks of bills lie nearby. The camera pans across the room

to another table manned by a COUNT ROOM EXECUTIVE who repeats

the figure and writes it down on a master list.

COUNT ROOM EXEC:

Five thousand.

We move back to NANCE opening a cabinet full of stacks of

$100 bills. He opens his suitcase and begins to fill it with

cash. As he does this, the workers studiously look in other

directions.

NICKY (V.O.)

...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 [NANCE], standin' in front

of about two million dollars, to

skim the cash off the top without

anybody gettin' wise ...the IRS or

anybody.

COUNTER #1

Verify two hundred.

NANCE closes the case and walks out. One of the counters

dumps another container of money on the table.

NICKY (V.O.)

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 [COUNTERS]. 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. Meanwhile, you're

in and you're out.

NANCE exits the count room and proceeds through the lobby of

the casino, passing ACE and SHERBERT, to a side exit door.

NICKY:

Past the jag-off guard who gets an

extra c-note a week just to watch

the door. I mean, it's routine.

Business as usual: in, out, hello,

goodbye. And that's all there is to

it. Just another fat f*** 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.

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