Empire Records

Write slip twice. Put money in the bag.

Joe?

Gina.

Lucas, what are you doing in here?

My life has reached its pinnacle.

Joe's letting me close the store tonight.

- You're kidding.

- I am not.

Big responsibility, Lucas.

Yes.

But Joe's rules are extremely simple:

Count money twice...

keep my hands off of his beer...

cigars...

and drumsticks.

My, my, how will you remember it all?

Good luck.

Don't screw it up.

A responsibility like this

requires the obedience...

of a saint.

"Music Town

franchise option agreement"?

They've got to be kidding.

In the immortal words of The Doors:

"The time to hesitate is through."

Twenty-two.

Twenty-two black.

Who was that guy?

Craps! End of roll! New roller!

Place your bets, please.

Get your bets down.

We have a high roller.

$9,104. I counted it. Twice.

I like your style.

Joe told me to count it twice.

No more bets, please. Put your bets down.

Do I just throw it and get a seven?

- That would be very good, sir.

- Feeling lucky?

I'm guided by a force

much greater than luck.

Seven!

A winner!

- Baby, you are sexy!

- I know.

Same lucky shooter.

Get your bets down.

- Hot shooter on the line.

- You know what? Let it ride.

Hot dice coming out.

That's an $18,000 bet.

Sure you know what you're doing, kid?

I know this:
That if I win this roll...

I will save the place that I work

from being sold...

and the jobs of my friends that work there.

Thus striking a blow at all that is evil...

and making this world

a better place to live in.

What?

And I'll... buy you guys a drink.

Party! Okay!

Get your bets down.

Joe...

this one's for you.

Two.

- Craps.

- End of roll.

You know something?

You used to be cute.

And you used to have $9,000.

I wonder if I'll be held responsible for this.

What the hell are you doing here, man?

Something happened to me last night

in Atlantic City.

You went to Atlantic City?

Did you win anything?

No. I did not win.

So, if you guys ever wonder

if it was nice to know you...

I tell you, now, that it was.

Shit, man, what happened?

What happened?

I do not regret the things I've done,

but those I did not do.

Lucas, how much?

How much?

Shit.

What do you mean by "shit"? What's up?

Lucas doesn't have any money,

and Joe let him close the store last night.

Yeah? So?

I guess he didn't live up

to his responsibility, did he?

No, not the full responsibility. Shut up.

What's up, Joe?

What's up with the boss threads, man?

- Frigging Rex Manning Day.

- What's up with the hostility?

Phone.

Right. Empire Records,

open till midnight. This is Mark.

It's the bank.

Yeah, it's Joe.

Are you sure?

It should be.

Empire Records, open till midnight.

This is Mark.

I don't know. I'll have to check.

- It's the boss.

- Give me a sec, please.

Yeah, Mitch. Will you stop yelling, please?

What's wrong?

What is it?

Lucas? No way. Come on.

Here he comes.

Damn it, Lucas!

What's the matter?

- Surprise!

- What is it?

Happy Rex Manning Day.

When did you have time to make these?

Dad says there are 24 usable hours

in every day. Thank you.

You absolutely amaze me. You are a nerd.

That's me.

- So?

- So.

So today...

- I will offer myself to Rex Manning.

- All right!

I love you.

Like this.

Get your tongue off my record.

Do you think Rex is the right guy

for my first time?

I think he's perfect for you, Corey.

I need to ask your advice.

You know a lot about love

and women and that sort of thing.

My wife left me for another woman, and

my girlfriend made me leave at gunpoint.

- Does this qualify me?

- Definitely.

I've decided today's the day

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