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I said get the f*** outta here.

F***ing piece of sh*t.

- What's the asking price?

- 2.5 million.

- Let's see if anybody's home.

- Hi, are you here

to see that house?

- Yes we are.

- Thanks, come on in.

- How you doing?

- Jason.

- Nice to meet you.

- It's a beautiful place.

- Hope you guys haven't

been waiting long.

- You cost us a lot

of money, Johnny.

The next time you borrow

money to bet on yourself,

make sure you can win the fight.

- Yeah well, about that.

I'm not really

sure what happened.

- I'll tell you what

happened, motherf***er.

You let your ass get

kicked by some 22 year old

no-name, underdog

b*tch from the streets.

And what's strange to me

is how fast you went down,

I watched you previous

fights, that's why I agreed

to this bet, so I must

say I'm very disappointed

in your performance.

Did you know I used

to be a boxer, Johnny?

That's why I'm doing

what I do today.

I'm still pretty

good with my hands,

so I figure why not

make money with them.

The deal was simple,

we loan you the money,

we set the odds, and

you win the fight.

Now with your record that

should've been a cakewalk.

But I'm beginning to think

that maybe you were double

dipping, maybe you had a bet

on the side for more money

and that's why

your ass went down.

So, you leave Vegas.

And you come and you're

living here in this sh*t hole

apartment in this sh*t

hole town and obviously you

don't have any cash

stashed around here,

so I guess what

really happened is,

how can I say it?

You bitched out.

Problem is, Johnny, i

loaned you 150 plus the vig.

Which was pretty

steep in your case.

But now I'd say you

owe me a million.

- I've got another

fight coming up.

And with the earnings, i

can pay you what I owe you.

You get the money that

you lent me plus the vig,

and we call it even.

- That's not how

it works, Johnny.

You see some of the

money you lost belongs

to people that I don't

even wanna f*** with.

So the problem is i

owe money as well.

Now you might be thinking,

what does being good

with your hands have to

do with being a bookie?

- Cut the bullshit, Joe.

Just get it over with.

- Pain doesn't scare

you, does it Johnny?

Well I got something that will.

You've got til the end of the

fight to bring me a million

dollars or we're gonna

take your son and I'm gonna

practice my trade on him.

Let me tell you something,

Johnny, I'm not very good

with kids so imagine

I'll really f*** this up.

That's enough.

He's gotta win his

next fight doesn't he?

- Yeah.

- Oh yeah.

While I'm thinking about it.

Put that in your wallet.

You remember how you felt

when you lost your dad?

That's nothing compared

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