Rounders Page #2

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Me sitting at the big table,

Doyle to my left,

Amarillo Slim to my right,

playing in the World Series of Poker.

And I let that vision

blind me at the table against KGB.

Now, the closest I get

to Vegas is west New York,

driving this lousy route

handed down from Knish...

to rounders who forget

the cardinal f***in' rule...

Always leave yourself outs.

- Hey, Moogie.

- Let me ask you a question.

In a legal sense, can f***in'

Steinbrenner just move the Yankees?

Does he have the f***in' right

to just move them?

I don't know.

How should I know that?

- You didn't learn that yet?

- No, we get to Steinbrenner

in the third year of law school.

Oh.

- Take care, man.

- Yeah.

- [Chattering]

- [Poker Chips Clattering]

[Mike Narrating]

The judges' game.

I'd heard about it for years on the

street, before I was even in law school.

A rotating group of ten or twelve

judges, prosecutors and professors.

They all have money,

and in my playing days...

it would have been pretty sweet to have

any one of them owing me favors.

Only problem is, no one

can get in the game anymore.

One rounder, Crispy Linetta,

sat under some pretense,

but they found out he was a pro,

he couldn't cross the street

without a legal hassle.

Even his regular club,

Vorshay's, got shut down.

Place had been open

since 1907.

Oh, Michael.

- You got some things for me?

- Yes, I do.

Put 'em on the desk,

it's all right.

Kid, he paying you

for this late night sh*t?

Oh, well, knowledge is

my reward, sir.

- [Chuckles]

- Let me tell you, it ain't worth it.

Why don't you become a jockey,

do something useful.

- [Group Laughs]

- Kid's a little tall, isn't he, Gene?

Enough with the Belmont

recruiting spiel. Your bet.

- All right. I call.

- Michael is lead counsel...

in the Moot Court

you're presiding over next week, Gene.

Besides, he could use

the background if he's gonna...

clerk for one of you fellas

this summer, right?

Abe, I thought you liked the kid. Why do

you want to make him a civil servant?

Yeah, look... a word to the wise.

Stay in the private sector.

That Nassau defense attorney's game?

They use our chips for coasters.

[Mike Narrating]

The amazing thing is, in this

collection of great legal minds,

there isn't a single

real card player.

- I call.

- Raise.

Um, the professor raises.

Mike? [Whispers]

Michael, I would have just called.

No, you're good.

All right, I call.

[Mike Narrating]

I don't know if I'm going to bring

my legal career to a crashing halt...

before it even starts,

but I just can't help myself.

- Good.

- I'm in.

- [Clears Throat]

- Read 'em and weep.

Threes check.

Check to Martin and Lewis

over there.

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