Snake Eyes

Good evening, everyone...

...and welcome to a Powell Pay-Per-View

television event!

It's hard to believe,

but tonight's heavyweight fight...

...is the swan song for the grand

old Atlantic City Arena...

...the final event to be held

in this storied hall...

...before it is gutted

and completely renovated...

...as part of Gilbert Powell's

Millennium Hotel and Casino.

I'm eager to go ringside

along with 14,000 fight fans...

...who have braved

Hurricane Jezebel to...

Cut! Cut!

Anthea, they want you to call it

a tropical storm, not a hurricane.

But it is a hurricane.

Yeah, well, it's also

a holiday weekend...

...so will you please just call it

a tropical storm, please?

I love this town.

They even spin the weather.

All right, listen. We gotta go live

on this one, so don't screw it up.

And, Al, I think that's Powell going

in there with Secretary Kirkland.

Zoom in on them

during the intro.

- Anyway, why can't I do this from inside?

- All right, we're rolling.

- Why do I have to stand out here like a...

- Five, four, three...

- A weather bimbo?

- Two, one, go!

Good evening, everyone...

...and welcome to a Powell Pay-Per-View

television event.

Well, the lucky ones are already

inside at the fight...

...as the first taste

of Tropical Storm Jezebel...

Iashes the boardwalk outside

the grand old Atlantic City Arena.

It's hard to believe,

but tonight's heavyweight fight...

...is the swan song

for this storied hall.

The final event to be held here

before it is gutted...

What do we got?

Thirty, forty seconds?

Where's Janine?

My hair looks like sh*t?

I'm on TV?

I'm on TV?

Come on, for Christ's sake.

I'm on in 30 seconds. Will ya?

- I think people would vote for this face.

Don't you? - Yeah, blind people.

That's the only way

you get anywhere these days.

You gotta get your big,

fat smile all over the tube.

Hi. Rick Santoro.

Hello. Richard Santoro.

I'm Ricky!

- Hey, you down on the fight yet?

- Oh, sh*t. I forgot. You seen Jimmy George?

- Yeah, he's down in the tunnel.

- What tunnel? There's a million tunnels.

I don't know. The tunnel of love,

over by Tyler's dressing room.

- Here, lay 50 for me.

- On who?

- On who? On the bag of meat,

on who! On Tyler! - Wow! The whole 50?

- Oh, up yours, Mr High Roller...

- I mean, why don't you just shoot it all?

A hundred.

...for his work

with troubled youth...

...take on the challenger,

Jose Pacifico Ruiz...

- ...in a classic 12-round confrontation...

- Rolling in five...

- ...between a counterpuncher and a brawler.

- ...four, three, two, one.

Hello? Hey, baby.

How are you?

I was hoping it'd be you. Yeah.

Happy almost birthday.

Of course I'm still coming.

I'm gonna be there

when it turns midnight.

Oh, yes, yes, I'm bringing

something with me.

Uh, it's a surprise.

Well, if I told you, then...

That's right, baby.

No. No way.

I'm not gonna give you a hint.

No... Shameless.

Monique, you can't say that

on a cel phone.

Yummy. All right,

I will give you a hint.

I know you really want one, and

it's going to keep you very, very warm.

Uh, give me five secs.

I'll call you back.

- Hiya.

- Jimmy George, wait up a sec.

- Come on, Rick. I got people waiting for me.

- Hey, that's Tyler!

- What're you lookin' at?

- That's Tyler!

- Where d'you think you're goin'?

- The A.C. Executioner is standing

right in front of me.

- Were you talkin' to him?

- Hey, do I ask what you do at work?

No sh*t. The man bets on his

own fights. Now that's confidence.

- Come on, what do you want, Rick?

- What's up your ass?

- I'm havin' a bad day, okay?

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