Win It All

[music playing]

Cubs parking! Easy in, easy out!

Good, man. How are you?

Forty.

- This right here, man.

- Easy money.

That's... It's just money coming in

every day. Every day.

Cubs parking!

Hey, Ronnie!

When do you think

you're gonna need me?

I'll give you a call. I'll let you know.

- Okay. Thanks.

- Thank you.

- Appreciate you.

- No problem, bro.

- Is it busy tonight?

- [man] Just a bit.

You good?

- Let's do $60.

- All right.

[indistinct chatter]

- Double it!

- [man] Yep.

- [groans]

- Kings and sevens.

Kings and sevens win.

- Very nice hand.

- Thank you very much, gentlemen.

- In to win.

- Yeah, nice draw. Good draw.

He put three on that.

He drew three on that.

Okay, got the fresh cut here guys.

I didn't see that coming.

[dealer] Do a quick cut, sir. Thank you.

Okay, guys, $25 a man.

[indistinct chatter]

Thank you.

[dealer] Fifteen. Bust.

- [dealer] That's 20.

- [man] All righty then. Hey.

Morning, Eddie. Have a good night?

- Cmo ests, seor? How are you?

- [Adrian] Okay, you?

- Good, good.

- All right.

Everything okay?

Okay, everything. What happened?

Nothing happened.

I can't you pay right now.

- No. No, no more.

- Hold on. Listen.

- No!

- Adrian, I know.

- No more.

- Look, look. Adrian, look.

No, no more.

- Adrian, please.

- No. No.

- I was up, at one point, $200.

- No.

- No, no more, Victor.

- Yes, please.

No. No.

What am I gonna do?

I'm not gonna pay you back?

- I'm sorry.

- Okay.

I'll just fucking starve to death.

- I no care.

- [chuckles] You don't care? You care.

- No.

- You care.

- No, no more.

- Okay.

I am paying you at the end of the week.

That's a guarantee.

- No more, Victor.

- I'm paying you.

- Yes, please.

- Victor!

Oh, man!

[sighs]

[groans]

Okay.

Jesus fucking Christ, Michael!

- [chuckles] Did I scare you?

- What the f*ck you doing here?

- My bad. I didn't mean to scare you.

- What are you doing in my house?

I stopped by to say hi.

You weren't home, so I let myself in.

Hey, I don't owe you anything, man.

- I don't owe you a cent.

- Who said you did?

You don't owe me shit.

Come in, man. Walk in the room.

Be in the room with me.

- How you been, man?

- I mean, a little scared right now,

- but good.

- [laughs]

What's up, man?

I got a business proposition for you.

- All right, I'm listening.

- Listen.

I'm going away for a little bit.

I gotta do some time.

While I'm gone... [sighs]

I got a little something here...

I need stored.

I don't want the cops getting their hands

on this.

I don't want my friends, nobody...

You understand?

- I understand.

- All right?

I go away...

six to nine months, give or take.

[chuckles] We don't know yet.

I get out, I get my bag...

ten grand, cash.

- $10,000?

- Mm-hmm.

What's in the bag?

Don't worry about what's in this bag.

Don't open it. Don't look at it.

Don't touch it. Don't even think about it.

All right? Just put it away

and forget about it. That's it.

[whispers] F*ck, Michael.

This is an interesting opportunity.

[both laughing]

You could call it that.

Yeah?

- You got a deal.

- My man. All right.

- Done.

- Done.

- All right. Shit!

- I'm your man.

[cell phone ringing]

[over phone] Eddie, it's Ron.

I don't know if you remember me.

I came out of your mother's vagina

a few years before you,

we grew up together. I'm your brother.

Uh, hey, man. Uh... where are you?

We haven't seen you in a few weeks

and would love to see you.

We miss you. Your nephew misses you.

Please call us. Let's have dinner. Bye.

[Eddie] Hello?

Whatever you think is right,

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