Where the Money Is Page #3

- What, splash me?

Come on!

Now, what do you want?

- Come on!

- [Gasps]

- I don't know.

- You don't know.

I just... I don't like

being made a fool of.

Two and a half years I've been

working on this hype, and that's it?

- That's it.

- I don't believe this.

So, what are you

gonna do?

What am I gonna do? What the hell are

you gonna do? And what about him, huh?

- Hey!

- And what about you?

What about me what?

You wanna be a hero, huh?

You wanna stick me back in

the slammer for a couple years?

Are you... Is he...

Are you calling me a rat?

Oh, boy.

I need a drink.

# [Blues]

You know, it's funny

the kind of stuff...

that you can get shipped

into a prison library.

Tantric Buddhism,

mind control, autohypnosis.

Gotta... gather up

all that stuff.

Find out what you need

and make it work for you. I did that.

All day, all night.

Every day, every night.

Like I was in training.

Yeah. I played sports.

Yeah, well, faking a stroke

is not exactly like, uh,

an Olympic event,

but I gotta tell ya,

if you know they're gonna be

stickin' pins in ya,

and you know that there are gonna

be guards 24 hours a day...

just waitin' for you

to screw up on the hustle,

then you know it ain't good enough

to be just... playin' possum.

You gotta be a possum.

Dead possum.

So you work,

and you learn just to funnel...

everything down,

so finally all you know,

all you are is a heartbeat.

I gotta tell you,

you get to a place like that,

it is some kick in the ass.

Then you take that,

and after a while,

you can shape it and mold it

and squeeze it till...

Hey, I can make every heartbeat

sound like Frank Sinatra.

- Man.

- Yeah, man.

I'll tell ya...

One day, this cockroach...

just climbed off my collar,

decided to take a hike

around my face,

and he parked...

half on my upper lip

and half inside my nose.

He just scratched around

in there,

lookin' for a little action.

That's when you hope and pray

there's a guard watching...

so that the moment won't be

entirely lost to history.

But, hey, after a while,

a couple hours,

doesn't matter.

Just a contest...

between Frank Sinatra,

you and the cockroach.

So who won?

[Sizzling]

And you thought that you could get a

rise out of me with a little lap dance.

Lap... Lap dance?

It's, um...

Therapy.

Kind of... hippy stuff.

You wanna dance?

Come on.

It's okay with you?

Yeah, sure.

What the hell.

What the hell.

# Lie to me

# And tell me that

you'll stay here tonight

# Tell me that

you'll never leave

- [Continues]

- [Carol] Aren't you worried

being seen like this?

You're the one that

ought to be worried.

Everybody wondering

what the hell you're doing...

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