For the Love of Money Page #2

#T. Rex's "20th century boy"#

Flip, man.

All you had was

a pair of fours?

F*** off, man.

I don't have to show.

The card flipped up, Tommy.

What the f*** do you know,

retard?

Go get us some beer.

Okay. I'll get you beer.

Okay.

F***, man.

What's going on with this guy?

I swear he wouldn't know

beer from piss.

You want to put money on that?

You serious?

F***ing serious.

All right, hundred american.

I can get that retard to

drink half a bottle of piss

before he realizes that it's not beer.

I'm f***ing in.

Yeah, me, too.

Yeah. Give me that empty bottle.

Oh, sh*t, this guy is crazy, man.

The guy is crazy, man.

I can't wait to see this sh*t.

Oh, sh*t. I got some on the floor.

Arnie. Arnie, what's

going on back there?

More beers, guys.

Yeah!

Here, come over here.

I need a partner.

Pull up a chair.

A partner? Okay.

I got a bet going, okay?

I need your help here.

Okay.

All right, what I need you to do

is I need you to chug down this beer

Faster than Kaleb over here.

Okay, you're on my team here.

I got some money on this. Okay.

You can do it, right?

I can do it.

Little sh*t.

Who?

Tommy. Where's Jacob, huh?

I don't know. What's up with Tommy?

Frishka, Frishka,

Frishka, Frishka...

One, two, three!

F***!

Hey, don't you f***ing dare.

Izek, come with me.

Frishka, go home and get

yourself cleaned up.

Why do you want me to go home?

- Just go home.

I'll explain it to you later.

- Why, Jacob?

I'll explain it to you later.

Do me a favor.

Thank you.

Go in the back room and make sure

everything is running smoothly.

Yeah, absolutely.

Right, well, nobody says anything.

Yeah, oh, and now?

Oh, yeah, listen.

Now he has his friends

putting things on his tab.

Yeah, and Tommy? Tommy walks

around here like he owns the place.

What you saying about me?

Hey, you think I need some

b*tch telling me about my tab?

Put this on my f***ing tab!

F*** you!

Tommy! What the f*** is this?

It's that b*tch you married.

What the f*** did you just say?

You heard me.

You know where the f***

you are, man?

I'll f***ing kill you, man!

Son of a b*tch.

You come into my f***ing bar and

you talk to my wife like that?

You think you can f***ing talk

like that to me?

I'll f***ing kill you, man.

Get off me!

Hold him!

Who the f*** do you think

you are, huh?

Get up, motherf***er! Get up!

Nobody knew why, and it

didn't make whole lot of sense,

but Abe would live.

It was some sort of miracle.

You're up.

I need some water.

How you feeling?

Like I was hit by a truck.

I'm sorry.

Sorry?

- Yeah.

For what?

I'm the one who got Tommy

all pissed off.

You know, but I... I couldn't

just sit there, you know.

He was...

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