Wild Card Page #5

I cared for you...

Yeah, I know, I know.

You were lying.

Wrong. I loved you.

Every good thing

I ever said was true.

And when you hit bottom, who

climbed down there and found you?

- Only me.

- Holly...

Hey!

Sorry, made a wrong turn back that way.

I am ready to see

the sights.

Follow me,

Mr. Kinnick.

I hadn't realized these

places were so big.

Yeah, the noise

bothers people sometimes.

I don't mind

the noise.

Golden Gate

is much smaller.

It's just a short drive

down the block.

By all means.

This isn't as nice as

some of those other places.

Eh, tourist traps.

How did you get into

this line of work?

Special forces,

am I right?

Trained to run around

all commando.

What were you?

SBS? SRR? SAS?

- Just "S".

- Just "S".

- "S" for special?

- "S" for shut your mouth.

It's not something

I'm getting into with you.

I can take care of things.

That's all you need to know.

That, and running around

"all commando"

isn't a preferred

military term.

Are you always

so touchy?

Oh, hi, excuse me.

Can I get a Fiji

water, please?

You knock the bottles over,

they don't roll away.

- Nicky?

- Vodka double.

In a square glass

so it doesn't roll away.

Mm.

Well, I am going to hit

the craps table.

The hundred dollar

tables are back there.

Yeah, but I can make

a greater number

of smaller bets

at the $10 tables.

Sounds like

a winning system.

- I got your back.

- Great.

I'd like to bet $10

on the shooter, please.

Ten on the shooter, yes sir.

Hey, Nick.

I've seen you happier.

How wrong you are,

Cassandra.

This is the highlight

of my career.

- I'm protecting a Fiji drinker.

- Here we go!

Big bet's $10 on a

single roll of the dice.

What you see on

my face is ecstasy.

My shift's starting.

Yellow 11, that's it. Yellow

11 is the on line winner.

Winner's rolling hot.

You know who he is

and you just

let him walk away.

We're quits, okay?

But I intend

on gambling for hours.

I don't have hours.

And you're safe in

the casino, Kinnick.

Nobody'll mug you

in the casino.

And outside they've got these

yellow things called taxis.

Just grab one and you'll

be back at Caesars

in half a minute.

Home and dry.

Goodbye, Kinnick.

His name's Danny DeMarco. He's

staying at the Golden Nugget.

Suite 3506.

- Good night, Holly.

- Wait.

- What?

- At least let me write it down.

Then write it down.

- You know how to spell it?

- No.

- What'd you say?

- That's what I said.

Good luck with your

f***ing lawsuit, okay?

What are you

so angry about?

- Liar!

- I'm not.

You never once intended suing the

son of a b*tch, did you, sweetness?

You'll see.

I won't help you anymore.

I don't help liars.

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