Rounders Page #5

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If you're determined to die

of cancer, you really oughta

learn how to play cards.

Ain't a good idea to add

insult to injury, yo.

- That sh*t will come back and hurt you.

- You know what?

Not in this lifetime.

Enjoy your time.

Murphy.

[Mike Narrating] Worm's dad

did the grounds, when he wasn't

too f***in' drunk.

That's when we did 'em.

Of course, the grounds

weren't all we did.

Worm put us into a scam a day

on all the young aristocrats

we went to school with...

selling 'em dime bags

of oregano, nunchakus

and firecrackers from Chinatown.

- Where's the rest?

- Kept us in lunch money.

- Thank you.

- Until the time we went for...

more than just pocket change

and got caught.

We had the starting five take a dive

against Friends Academy.

The point guard snapped

and gave Worm up.

They hauled him up before

the school board, offered him a deal.

Tell us who else was involved,

and we'll go easy on you.

Worm didn't say a f***in' word.

Got himself expelled.

- I stayed in school and graduated.

- [Guard] Crank the outside.

[Bell Rings]

Not many guys would stand up

for a friend like that.

- Ta-da!

- [Both Laugh]

- Mike McD. God. I knew you'd be here.

- Aw, man.

- You never let me down.

- I would have been there

every week if you let me, man.

I know, I know. I couldn't

let you see me in this sh*t hole.

- Look at you. You look great, man.

- You too, you too.

- Did they toughen you up in there?

- No, no.

It was a piece of cake.

Piece of cake.

Man, look at your ride. You've been

prospering while I've been away.

- What have you been up to?

- I borrowed it.

Whatever. Just get in it and

drive me far away from here.

There's like two whole economies in

there... there's cash and there's trade.

So I gotta keep three games

going at once, all right?

A game with the white guys,

a game with the brothers,

and a game with the guards.

And the trick is, I gotta take

enough cash off the white guys...

to lose it to the guards so that

they keep doing me favors and sh*t,

but I gotta trim enough smokes

off the black guys that I can

trade and keep myself...

in the style that I've grown

accustomed to, and all of this

without getting my ass kicked.

So you're working

with a partner?

No. Who the hell

am I gonna trust in there?

- It's just me all alone.

- What's this? Come here.

- You like that? Isn't that beautiful?

- What is that?

It's like an ace up my sleeve.

What else?

Wait till I show you some of my chops,

man. I've gotten pretty blinding.

- It's like, it's like, you know...

- All right.

It's gonna blow your mind,

blow your mind.

You been working?

Is your game sharp?

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