Starring: Will Smith, Margot Robbie, Adrian Martinez, Gerald McRaney, Rodrigo Santoro, BD Wong, Brennan Brown, Robert Taylor, Dotan Bonen, Griff Furst, Stephanie Honoré
OUR RATING: ★★★☆☆
Romantic crime comedy-drama film written and directed by Glenn FicarraHonoré. The story follows veteran con artist, Nicky (Will Smith), who takes amateur con artist, Jess (Margot Robbie) under his wing. While Nicky teaches Jess the tricks of the trade, the pair become romantically involved, but when Jess gets uncomfortably close, Nicky ends their relationship. Couple of years later they meet again in Buenos Aires, but now they are on opposing sides of the same scam; a billionaire international race car owner. The reunion throws Nicky off his game, placing his lucrative deal and his life in jeopardy.
Best Quotes (Total Quotes: 135)
[first lines; Nicky is stood on his hotel room balcony watching the city when he makes a call]
Restaurant Hostess: Elegio Reservations, how may I help you?
Nicky: Yes, I’d like to make a reservation for tonight, please.
Restaurant Hostess: Oh, I’m sorry. We’re booked months in advance.
Nicky: Okay. I understand. Thank you very much.
[he ends the call then uses his cell phone to call the same restaurant again]
Restaurant Hostess: Elegio Reservations, how may I help you?
[Nicky is at a restaurant eating his dinner when a young woman, Jess, trying to avoid being hit on by a man at the bar sits at his table]
Jess: Will you be my boyfriend, just for a minute. You’re not a serial killer, are you?
Nicky: That depends. How many times does it take to get to “serial”?
Nicky: Oh, no. We’re good.
[she holds out her hand]
[he shakes her hand]
[later still sat at Nicky’s table, Jess holds a brandy glass in her hand trying to guess the flavors in the brandy]
Nicky: Very good.
Jess: It’s very confusing, isn’t it?
Jess: How do you know it all?
Nicky: Mostly from drinking.
Nicky: Yeah. More you drink, more you learn.
Jess: In that case, I am, uh, I am the foremost expert in Jägerbombs.
Jess: I will walk you through it all…
[just then they get interrupted by the waiter bringing the check]
Waiter: It’s been a pleasure to serve you, Chef Oshowole.
[the waiter leaves]
Jess: Chef who?
Nicky: Uh, Oshowole. Yeah.
[he laughs softly]
Jess: You know, it may be the roofies talking, but this was really fun. Thank you. Thank you for rescuing me.
Nicky: Yeah. We showed him.
Nicky: Gotta respect him though, he left it all on the field.
Jess: That’s what I’m missing out on tonight? Wow.
Nicky: Can I walk you somewhere?
Jess: Actually, I’m…I’m staying here. Upstairs.
Nicky: Oh, really?
[up in Jess’s hotel room they are making out on the bed when a man then bursts into the room]
Jess: Oh, my God! It’s my husband!
Jared: Shut the fuck up!
Jess: Jared, wait.
[he suddenly draws his gun on Nicky]
Nicky: Woh, woh, woh! Woh, woh!
Jared: I’ll fucking kill you.
Jess: Jared, just let him go.
Jared: No fucking way. He’s fucking dead.
Jared: Give me one fucking reason why I shouldn’t do it!
[Nicky hesitates a moment before replying]
Nicky: I’m drawing a blank.
Nicky: I think you should shoot me. Let’s be honest, you’ve been aggrieved.
Jess: Don’t mess with him, Nicky, he’s done hard time.
Jared: I’ve done fucking hard time.
Nicky: If you had any idea what I was about to do to her…
Jared: Shut up, man!
Nicky: She was gonna be no good to you after that. So you should really shoot me.
Jared: What the fuck?
Jess: What kind of stuff are we talking about?
Nicky: Saudi bachelor party shit.
Jared: Saudi bachelor party?
Nicky: R. Kelly drop-cloth shit. Please, come on, shoot me.
Jared: You stop fucking around! I’m gonna fucking kill you.
Nicky: You’d really be doing me a favor. Cancer. Tumor the size of a peach. Pull the trigger, you’ll see.
Jared: You…you got cancer?
Jess: He’s onto us.
Jared: Oh, shit! I knew this wasn’t gonna fucking work!
Nicky: You guys suck.
Jess: Just give us the money.
Nicky: Or what?
Jess: Or he’s gonna shoot you in the neck.
Jared: I don’t wanna shoot a guy with cancer. Grandma Mukulski had cancer.
Jess: He doesn’t have cancer, you idiot!
[Nicky gets up from the bed and puts on his jacket]
Nicky: You guys really boned this thing. First of all, you gotta wait till she gets my pants off.
Nicky: And then you gotta give me a chance to run. That’s how you get the money. And you never drop the con. You never break. Die with the lie.
Jess: When did you make us?
Nicky: Uh, when you stole the wallet from the bum downstairs.
Nicky: No, real shit.
[he throws the wallet she stole at her]
Jess: Then why’d you come up here if you’re so smart?
Nicky: Professional curiosity. And I like boobs, you know. I figured it was a win-win. All thumbs, sweetheart. It was a bum lift.
[Nicky walks towards the door]
Jess: It was a great lift.
Nicky: Please. He was so shithoused, you could’ve taken his appendix. You suck.
[he opens the door and leaves]
[as Jess is walking along the street Nicky comes up behind her]
Nicky: You really should be more aware. I’ve been behind you for two blocks, you didn’t see me?
Jess: I don’t have eyes in the back of my head.
Nicky: Well, if you’re gonna play this game, you might wanna grow a pair.
Jess: I can take care of myself.
Nicky: No, you’re gonna get hurt. Let me buy you coffee.
Jess: I don’t drink coffee.
[as they sat together having a drink]
Jess: So, what’s your thing? Inside? Roper?
Jess: You can tell me.
Nicky: Everything, I’ve been in this game so long.
Jess: I want a cannon, that’s what I wanna do.
Nicky: Oh, really?
Nicky: Yeah, okay.
Nicky: My grandfather used to run a crooked game in Harlem. Eventually, my father started shilling for him. Uh…one day they get burned. Mobbed-up guy catches them throwing signals. Everybody’s guns come out. Standoff. No way out, except one. The Toledo Panic Button.
Jess: What the hell is that?
Nicky: You shoot your partner, it proves you’re not together.
Jess: You kill your partner?
Nicky: You hope you don’t.
Jess: Does it work?
Nicky: He’s O for three.
Jess: So your father killed your grandfather?
Nicky: That’s the world you’re in. Dabblers get killed.
Jess: Look, I wasn’t born into this like you. I…I was a dyslexic foster kid. No prospects, no future. I mean, it’s a minor miracle I’m not a hooker right now. Tutor me.
Jess: Why not?
Nicky: I’m headed out of town.
Jess: Well, wait, look, I can pay you. If that helps.
[she takes out a wallet and takes out some cash]
Nicky: Whose wallet is that?
[looking at the ID card in the wallet]
Jess: Uh, “Dr. Peter Woshilak.”
[outside Nicky attempts to teach Jess]
Nicky: Alright, we’re gonna make this quick because it’s really cold. Now I’m gonna show you a few touches, but at the end of the day this is a game of focus.
[as he hands her his jacket he holds up the ring she was playing with in her hand earlier]
Jess: That’s very clever.
[she takes back her ring and throws his jacket back at her]
Nicky: Alright, now, attention is like a spotlight. And our job is to dance in the darkness.
[he holds up her hands and twirls her round then holds up her watch]
Jess: I didn’t even feel you take that.
[she grabs back her watch]
Nicky: The human brain is slow, and it cannot multitask.
[he holds up her ring again]
Jess: Jesus. When…?
Nicky: Alright, I’m sure you can flip a leather on its feet. But what we’re talking about is much more complex than that.
[he throws her wallet at her]
Jess: When did you take my wallet?
[holding up a membership card]
Nicky: You take Zumba?
Jess: Well, it’s actually a really good cardio workout. Thank you very much.
[she takes back her card]
Nicky: You’re thinking with your hands. You gotta get inside the vic’s head, perceive from their perspective. Human behavior is very predictable. If I look at my hand, it naturally pulls your gaze and allows me to enter your space.
[he stands next to her]
Nicky: But when I look up at you, it causes you to look directly at me.
[he then holds her sun glasses]
[he touches Jess’s shoulder]
Nicky: I touch you here, I steal from here. I tap you here, I steal from here.
[he holds up her cell phone]
Nicky: I tap you here…
[he taps her waist]
Nicky: I steal from here.
[he throws her keys at her]
Nicky: I step to here… You’re not gonna slap my face, are you?
Nicky: You would if you knew where my hand was.
[he holds up her handbag]
Jess: Okay, I get it. I get it.
Nicky: You get their focus, you can take whatever you want.
[he holds up her ring again, Jess laughs as he puts the ring back on her finger]
Nicky: You be safe.
[he smiles and walks off]
[New Orleans – Nicky is looking at an empty building with his partner, Horst]
Nicky: So why do I like this place?
Horst: Lots of space. Doesn’t open for a month or two. We can tie into multiple lines, diffuse our footprint, keep hopping DNS addresses. Plus military-grade fiber.
Nicky: How many bathrooms? Fat-Ass Farhad is flying in.
Horst: Two, coed. He still got irritable bowel?
Horst: Man, he should do a cleanse.
Nicky: Horst, he is a four hundred pound Persian. He is not gonna do a cleanse.
Horst: Where you been staying? Hyatt again?
Nicky: Yep. I love the brunch. You should stop by.
Horst: No, no brunch. I’m doing a cleanse.
[Nicky is sat at a restaurant when Jess turns up and drops his wallet on the table]
Jess: Hyatt Rewards card, in my wallet.
Nicky: Admit that you’re impressed. I got your wallet and I found you all the way down here.
Please. World Series, Final Four the Sugar Bowl, Super Bowl, any big event like this is sucker central.
Jess: Well, I still found you. That’s gotta count for something.
Nicky: So how many Hyatts did you have to go to?
Jess: All three, five times each.
[Jess joins at Nicky’s table]
Jess: I want in.
Nicky: Maybe I’m just here to watch the game.
Jess: I asked around who ran the game in Harlem. The Limehouse Kid is your grandfather. Bucky Spurgeon is your father.
Nicky: Father is a very generous term.
Jess: And you’re Nicky Spurgeon. They call you Mellow.
Nicky: I’m all crewed up, sweetie.
Jess: Oh, come on. Please!
[Nicky gets up to leave when Jess stops him]
Jess: Can we…? Can we just…? Can we skip the part where I speak through thinly veiled allure and lead you to believe there’s some earth-shattering hump in the works? Because I suck at that kind of stuff. I just want in.
Nicky: There’s no earth-shattering hump in the works?
Nicky: I don’t even get “thinly veiled allure”?
Nicky: No baby voice? No lingering eye contact?
Jess: I am hopeless.
Nicky: That’s all my favorite shit.
Jess: I’m sorry.
Nicky: Can I suggest that you learn? Professionally.
[Jess tries to act sexy]
Jess: Well, I mean, you could…you could show me in your room?
Nicky: That is so bad.
Jess: Is it?
Nicky: Does it feel sexy on your face?
Jess: A little.
Nicky: It does. Okay, let’s go.
[Nicky gets up to leave]
Jess: Wait. Where are we go…? Wait, am I in?
[as Nicky is leaving the restaurant Horst walks over to them]
Nicky: This is Horst.
Horst: Hello, Jess.
[they shake hands]
Horst: Nicky told me you were coming.
[Jess pushes Nicky]
Jess: You’re such a dick.
Horst: Yeah, he gets that a lot. Let’s go. What are you, a size 4?
[Jess is wearing a sexy dress and high heels beings escorted in the street by Horst and a group of other con artists]
Jess: Why do I have to wear this?
Horst: No one looks at your hands when you got that working for you.
Jess: I can’t breathe.
Horst: First things first. We stick to rich folks and no one with a cane or a wheelchair, it’s bad luck. Tommy’s the shade, Gareth’s the stick. All eyes on me until I make the mark an once I fan him, I tug my lapel. Two fingers means it’s a prat poke. Three fingers means the leather’s an insider. If it’s a cordeen or an ox tongue, I’ll scratch my nose, unless I use my thumb, which means I am actually scratching my nose. Anything on the left or the right tail I’ll cock my head, but nowadays keister kicks are ninety-five percent of it. So you just do the touch, and I ding the poke in the nearest mailbox, okay?
Jess: I’m sorry, what?
Horst: Okay, plan B. You two, come with me.
[after Jess and Gareth have picked some pockets]
Horst: It was excellent. You wanna wire?
Jess: Let me wire.
Horst: Ponytail’s your mark. Right bridge. Right rear pocket.
[Gareth accidentally on purpose walks into the guy with a ponytail]
Gareth: My bad.
[at that moment Jess walks past the guy and pick his wallet; to Jess]
Horst: That was nice.
Jess: Okay. I got this.
Jess: Give me some shade.
[as Jess swipes wallets and other trinkets off unsuspecting people Nicky watches her from the above balcony]
Nicky: You’re in.
Horst: Congratulations, you’re a criminal.
Jess: Okay, what now?
Horst: Want me to do the primer?
Nicky: I got it.
Nicky: There’s a flight landing every two minutes at Louis Armstrong. Whoever’s not here for the game’s here for the party. Every one of them looking to drink big, bet big, cheat on their spouses, and it all costs money.
[Nicky and Jess walk into Hyatt Hotel]
Nicky: There are boost teams at all the major hotels. They hit quick and get out before anybody ever knows what happened.
[suddenly he starts yelling at Jess in the middle of the hotel foyer]
Nicky: And if you think for one second I’m gonna let your mother talk to me like that, you are fucking crazy!
[as Nicky creates a distraction his team go to work and swipe people’s baggages]
Nicky: I’m a grown-ass man!
Jess: Why are you yelling at me?
Nicky: [voice over] There’s card games everywhere and they let anyone with enough cash in. Chances are, at least one of those guys you don’t know is a mechanic who can work a deck like Bill Clinton works a crowd.
[Nicky and Jess are watching a card game where one of the card players is on Nicky’s con team]
Card Player: All in. Full boat.
Card Sharp: I swear, I’ve never had four of a kind before! Ha!
[the card player gets up to leave]
Card Sharp: Sorry, coach! I’ve never had four of a kind. Hey, come on, coach!
Card Player: Motherfucker! What the fuck!
Card Sharp: You win some, you lose some, right?
[referring to the man running out of the room without his pants off after two of Nicky’s con artists have the husband entering the room routine]
Nicky: Married guys are the best. Who they gonna tell?
[running after the man without his pants]
Male Con Artist: I’m gonna kill you!
Female Con Artist: It’s my husband!
Nicky: [voice over] Every minute there’s something going on down here. Every bar, restaurant, hotel, everywhere. Guys working alone, working in teams. Not just cash either. Identity theft and credit card spoofing are big too. You can skim the data right off a credit card in about a second. But boosting a wallet only gives you an hour before the vic gets wise and the cards are canceled. So you put the card back. By the time the mark gets wise, he’s in Youngstown arguing with his wife over the charges we rack up before the bill comes.
Nicky: A skimmer swipes the card and records the keystrokes so you can get the pin too.
[Jess and Nicky watch Nicky’s friend Farhad removing a fake ATM that is used to steal private information]
Nicky: Look, you see that?
Jess: Oh, wow. Did he make that?
Nicky: Yeah. A few years back he replaced the credit card terminals at about a dozen 99 Cent Stores in L.A. Took down a few million before they caught on.
Jess: What does a guy like that do with that kind of money?
Nicky: He, uh, financed his own line of gravies.
[Farhad points to Jess sitting in the front passenger seat]
Nicky: Uh, yeah, he just…that’s his seat. Just let him…
Jess: Oh, I’m….I’m sorry.
[as Nicky drives them]
Farhad: Who’s the girl?
Nicky: Her name is Jess, Farhad. She’s our intern.
Farhad: Ah. You’re hitting that?
Jess: I’m right here.
[we see Jess is sat in the back seat]
Nicky: No, Farhad. I’m not hitting that.
Farhad: You should hit that.
Jess: Yeah. Hi. Still right here.
Farhad: I’d totally hit that.
Jess: He’s fucking with me, right? Right?
Farhad: She talks a lot.
[taking a headshot photo of Jess]
Horst: Smile. Thank you. I’ll get this loaded in. Shouldn’t take long.
Nicky: Get a digital camera.
[to Jess as he shows her around his team]
Nicky: So we’re about thirty strong, everybody gets a percentage. We cover bribes and fall money for anybody who gets pinched, knock wood. We sell the ATM data to a guy in Singapore. The shopaholics here buy merchandise which we overnight back to ourselves and resell on the gray market. Yesterday we bought two MacBook Airs.
[Jess picks up an expensive looking necklace]
Jess: Oh, my God. That is incredible. Oh, do you think that maybe I…?
[he takes the necklace from her]
Nicky: Sell everything. Take no chances.
Jess: So, what about the big con? I thought you were all big time.
Nicky: Oh, you mean the one where we make so much money we all retire and get yachts and boob jobs. Yeah, that’s a fantasy. We are in the volume business. Safer that way.
[to one of his employees]
Nicky: Hey, Jen, I need a dime. I got bit at the track. Come on, girl.
[Jen throws him a wad of cash]
Nicky: Thank you, baby.
Nicky: Clean card, clean ID, everything you need.
Jess: Thank you.
Nicky: Well, don’t thank me yet. Got a lot of work to do, tough week ahead.
Jess: I know. So, what now?
Nicky: There’s a key card in there. Um, I got you another place.
Jess: I think you’ll like it.
Nicky: Wow, thanks. Do you know how I can get a cab there?
[Nicky hesitates before answering]
Nicky: I can give you a ride.
Jess: Yeah? That’d be great. I mean, if it’s okay with you.
Nicky: It’s fine with me. Is it okay with you?
Nicky: You sure?
Jess: You seem like a pretty good driver.
Nicky: You can count on me.
Jess: Can I?
Nicky: Most would say no.
Jess: Mmm. You seem trustworthy.
Nicky: Maybe you should take that cab.
Jess: Yep. Okay.
[Jess leaves; later Nicky turns up at Jess’s room and they have sex]
[Jess is sat in a Café with Farhad who’s showing her his photos on his cell phone]
Jess: Aw. Who’s that?
Farhad: This is my little girl, Mina.
Farhad: My son, Dani.
Jess: Oh, that’s sweet.
Farhad: That’s my wife, Lida.
Farhad: That’s my dick.
Farhad: Sorry about that.
Jess: That’s okay.
Farhad: That’s my dog.
Farhad: Hate it.
Jess: So you’ve known, um…you’ve known Nicky a long time?
Farhad: Uh, ten years. Why?
Jess: I was just wondering.
Farhad: Okay, you got me. We’re sleeping together, okay?
Jess: Mm. Mm-hm.
Farhad: Like the ancient Greeks.
Farhad: Actually, I don’t know. I mean, I like the guy, I do, but people aren’t really his bag, so it’s hard to tell sometimes.
Jess: Yeah, I guess you can’t blame him. I mean, he told me about that thing with his dad and his grandfather. It…it was crazy.
Farhad: He told you that?
[Jess nods her head]
Farhad: I mean, I’ve heard that story, but never from him.
Farhad: You must throw a mean one. Damn.
Farhad: I’m really gonna miss sucking his dick.
Farhad: So’s he.
Jess: Stop it.
Jess: Alright, you ready?
[suddenly he starts yelling in pain]
Jess: Frank? Frank! Oh, my God, somebody help. Please, please, somebody help.
[at the same time Nicky’s group of thieves get to business and start stealing from the crowd in the Café as they are distracted looking at Farhad and Jess]
Jess: Baby, we’re getting you someone. Okay? Just stay with me. Stay with me, Goddamn it. Somebody get someone! Somebody call a doctor. Is there a doctor? I need a doctor.
[Jess grabs a guy walking towards her and steals his watch]
Jess: Doctor, help me. My husband’s just had a heart attack. I don’t know what to do. I’m so worried. Frank? Frank? Can you hear me? Oh, my God! Somebody call 911!
Doctor: Hey, Frank.
[in the ambulance as they pretend to take Farhad to the hospital]
Jess: Who was the cop with the wandering hands?
Nicky: Oh, he was real. He just stumbled in.
Jess: Who hits on a grieving widow?
Nicky: I guess that’s just how fantastic you look in that dress.
Jess: What’s a girl to do?
Nicky: I can think of a couple things she could do.
Jess: Yeah, me too, actually.
Farhad: I think we should start with oral. Just saying. Come on, man. I’m right here.
[trying to get the attention of his team]
Nicky: Everybody! Everybody, everybody, everybody. Can I get your attention? Uh… What you laughing at?
[one of the girls in the group laughs]
Nicky: Record-setting week. And I wanna say congratulations to you all. After expenses, one point two million dollars.
[everyone raises their glasses]
Nicky: Great work, great work. After the big game’s over tomorrow, this place is gonna gets bleached down. Anything not nailed to the floor is going in the incinerator. Horst here has all of your travel money. Once you get home, I will wire you all your cuts. Thank you, guys, really.
Horst: To Nicky.
Crowd: To Nicky!
[everyone celebrates at the party with Jess and Nicky dancing and kissing]
[later after the party is finished Horst gives Nicky a large bag of money]
Nicky: That’s all of it, one point two?
Horst: Do not let it leave your sight. You promise?
Nicky: Uh, yeah, I promise.
Horst: No dogs or ponies.
Nicky: Hey. How long have you known me?
Horst: No, just look. Look at me. Man to man. No gambling, okay?
Nicky: Yes, dear.
Horst: I’ll see you when I see you.
[they give each other a quick embrace and Horst leaves]
[referring to Horst and Nicky]
Jess: You guys are so cute.
[she goes into Nicky’s arms]
Jess: I’m tired.
Nicky: Okay. Wanna go to the game tomorrow?
Jess: You have tickets?
Nicky: Of course. It’s one of the perks of the business.
Jess: Oh, uh…do you mean these tickets?
[she pulls the tickets out from her top]
Nicky: Okay, you’re gonna need to stop that, alright? Stop showing off.
[Jess laughs and they kiss]
[as they fool around in bed]
Nicky: An exit interview?
Nicky: Oh, my God. Are you serious?
Jess: Tell me.
Nicky: So you mean like, uh, “Jess is a hard worker, honest and prompt. I believe she’ll be a valuable asset to your team at Sizzler of San Bernardino.”
Jess: No, not a reference, you dick.
Nicky: Criticism. Constructive criticism.
Jess: Uh, really?
[he looks at her for a moment]
Nicky: Are you serious?
Nicky: You got a light touch. You know, you’re kind of invisible out there. And you’re calm. You know, you get upside down, you don’t panic. You adjust. You actually rally when the going gets tough, which is rare. I’ve been in this for a really, really long time. And I’ve never seen anything like you.
Jess: Thank you. But I was actually talking about the sex.
Nicky: Oh, please. There’s a thousand hos better than you.
Jess: Woh! Please! I can’t believe you said that!
Nicky: You’re just laying there. You know? I’m like, “Come on, is this thing on?”
[they both laugh]
Jess: You’re mean.
Jess: Why Mellow?
Jess: Why do they call you Mellow?
Nicky: Oh. Yeah, you know, I don’t like that name.
Jess: I know, but why do they call you that?
Nicky: Oh, my dad just started calling me that.
Nicky: And I don’t like it.
[Jess playfully bites his hand]
Nicky: Ow. Ow!
Nicky: My dad, he said, um…there’s two kinds of people in this world. There’s hammers and nails. You decide which one you want to be. He said there’s no room for heart in this game. That shit’ll get you killed. He, uh…he said I was soft. So he started calling me marshmallow.
[Jess kisses him]
Jess: You’re a big old marshmallow, you are.
Jess: I’m gonna get some more wine. Do you want some?
Nicky: Nope, I’m good.
[she kisses him before leaving the bed]
[Nicky and Jess go to a football game]
Jess: How did you get these tickets?
Nicky: Just one of the many wonderful things about being me.
[after they sit down to watch the game]
Jess: Is this a bad time to mention I don’t really like football?
Nicky: Yeah. Like the worst time possible.
[they both laugh]
Jess: I’m sorry. It just seems like a lot of standing around all the time.
Nicky: Are you kidding?
Jess: Don’t you think? I…
Nicky: Well, you were really excited about the tickets.
Jess: No, I am. I’m so excited. I just…I don’t get the game.
Nicky: Okay, I get it. Alright. Um… You know what? Forget football. We can still have fun. Alright.
[looking around the stadium Nicky notices the hot dog vendor selling a hot dog to a man]
Nicky: Right there. I will bet you one dollar that that guy does not catch that hot dog.
Jess: Down there?
[they watch as the hot dog guy throws the hot dog which the guy misses]
Jess: Oh. How did you know that?
Nicky: Because that guy cannot throw. He knocked this old lady’s glasses off about ten minutes ago.
Jess: Okay. Okay. Ooh.
[she notices the crowd doing a Mexican wave]
Jess: Okay, um…down there. Shirtless guy with the body paint. Ten says he’s too drunk to get up for the wave.
Nicky: Are you sure? His team is on a drive.
Jess: Are you in or out?
Nicky: I’m in.
[to the shirtless man as the Mexican wave gets closer]
Jess: Don’t do it.
[the wave comes up towards the shirtless guy and he doesn’t stand to do it]
Nicky: Really? Really?
Jess: I know my drunks.
[to the shirtless guy]
Nicky: So you’re a fan? You’re considering yourself a fan?
Jess: Thank you! Okay. We’re even now.
Nicky: Alright. Hold on. No, no, no.. A tiebreaker.
[looking at the crowd]
Nicky: Um, okay. Mamita with the short shorts.
Jess: Oh, yeah.
Nicky: See her?
Nicky: How many guys are gonna look at her ass as she walks up the aisle? Closest one wins.
Jess: End seats only?
Nicky: End seats only.
Jess: At least eight.
[a man sat behind them joins the game]
[Nicky and Jess turn to look at Liyuan who’s been listening to them]
Liyuan: Can I get in on this?
Jess: Sure, ten bucks, Mr…?
Liyuan: Liyuan. I say five guys look. Sure thing.
[Jess counts the number of guys looking at the girl’s ass as she walks past them]
Jess: There’s one. Two.
Jess and Liyuan: Three.
Liyuan: Four. Sorry.
Nicky: I’m out. I’m done.
Liyuan: Five. And it’s six.
Jess: Come on.
Jess: Seven! Yes! I’m the closest! I know my lechers too. Money, money, money.
Liyuan: Okay, okay.
Liyuan: I want justice. I want my money back. Make another bet.
Nicky: I want my change.
Liyuan: Okay. Which team draws the next penalty?
Jess: I don’t know football. You boys play.
Liyuan: Okay. Defense.
Nicky: How much?
Liyuan: One thousand.
[Nicky hesitates a moment before agreeing]
[he counts his cash]
Nicky: I’ll do the thousand.
[after Liyuan loses the bet]
Liyuan: Okay, five thousand. Do they pass or run?
Nicky: Five thousand.
Jess: Oh, wow.
Nicky: He’s been drinking.
Jess: He is. Yeah.
Nicky: He’s been drinking. He’s definitely been drinking.
Liyuan: I have.
[they all laugh]
Nicky: Okay. You call it.
Liyuan: They run.
Nicky: They run.
[this time Nicky loses the bet]
Liyuan: Yeah! They run, they run! Yeah!
Jess: Ooh. Ouch.
Nicky: Yeah. Ouch is right. Ouch is right. Um… On that note, I’m gonna get a drink.
Jess: Yeah, me too.
[as Nicky and Jess get up to leave Liyuan stops them]
Liyuan: Double or nothing. Your bet.
Nicky: No, I’m good. I’m good, man. Thank you.
Liyuan: No, no. no. Easy bet. Easy bet. They make this kick, you win. Good odds, huh? They always make this kick, you can’t lose. Come on, I want to play. I like you. You can’t lose.
Liyuan: Oh, come on, I want to play.
Nicky: How much?
Liyuan: Double or nothing, ten thousand.
[as Nicky starts counting his money]
Liyuan: Oh, too much?
Nicky: Alright, ten grand.
[they watch the game and Nicky loses the bet]
Liyuan: Oh, no. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m such a lucky guy.
[Nicky reluctantly gives the cash to Liyuan]
Jess: Maybe we should just get going.
Nicky: Come on. Alright.
[Nicky turns to go but stops and turns]
Nicky: Wait, hold up. Hold up.
Liyuan: Say again?
Nicky: Fifty grand.
Nicky: It’s alright. It’s alright. Okay?
[making his bet to Liyuan]
Nicky: Um, he’s not gonna return the kick. On the kickoff he’ll take a knee.
Liyuan: Ah. Now you make things interesting. Okay.
[they watch the game and Nicky loses again]
Jess: Alright. Okay. We good? Nicky?
Jess: It’s okay.
Jess: It’s okay.
Nicky: Alright. Hold it, hold on.
Nicky: Give me one second. Give me a second. Give me a second. Give me a second, please.
[Nicky turns and thinks before going back to Liyuan]
Nicky: A hundred grand.
Liyuan: One hundred thousand?
Liyuan: You don’t have one hundred thousand.
Nicky: Yeah, I do.
[Nicky puts his money on the gambling table]
Jess: You can’t do that.
[Liyuan also places his money on the table]
Nicky: Next play, pass incomplete.
Liyuan: I say he catches it.
[they watch the game on the TV and Nicky loses again]
Nicky: You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.
Jess: We’re going. We’re going. We’re going.
[Nicky turns to go but instead takes the bag of money from Jess and goes back to Liyuan]
Nicky: All of it. One-point-one million.
Jess: Nicky. Nicky, that is my money too.
[Nicky places a pack of cards on the table]
Nicky: High card takes it all.
Liyuan: You are crazy. I like it.
Nicky: After you.
Liyuan: Thank you.
[Liyuan pulls a card and in frustration at pulling a low number says something in Japanese]
Nicky: What is that you said, tomo ha de? What’s that?
Liyuan: It’s just an expression. It’s hard to explain. Rough translation’s…
[Nicky pulls a card and it’s a lower number than Liyuan’s]
Liyuan: “I am fucked.”
[as Nicky is walking away]
Liyuan: I’m sorry, friend. That’s what happens when you play with the big boys.
[Nicky stops then walks back to Liyuan]
Jess: Oh, fuck me.
Nicky: Double it.
Liyuan: Oh, man. Dude, what are you doing?
Nicky: I’m good for it. Double it.
Liyuan: You got a problem, my friend.
Nicky: Take those binoculars, pick any player on or off the field and I will guess the number.
Liyuan: Any player? That’s like one hundred to one.
Nicky: It’s good odds for you. Two million.
Liyuan: That’s fucking crazy. I don’t like it.
Nicky: Okay. Okay. I’ll sweeten it for you. You pick the player and she’ll guess the number.
Liyuan: You’re fucking crazy. But I can’t turn down free money. You got a bet.
[as Liyuan looks through the binoculars to pick a player Nicky pulls Jess to one side]
Jess: What are you doing? Don’t drag me into this. What, it’s not enough you lost everyone’s money? My money?
Liyuan: Oh, she sounds like my wife.
Jess: Get your hands off me! You’re sick.
[she goes to leave]
Liyuan: Hey, hey, come on. Wait, wait.
[one of Liyuan’s men go to stop Jess]
Nicky: Woh. Don’t put your hands on her. What the hell is your problem?
Liyuan: Steven, stop! Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah!
Nicky: Tell him to keep his damn hands to himself!
Liyuan: I understand. I understand. I am sorry. He has gotten carried away. He likes pretend that he is the Kevin Costner and I am the Whitney Houston.
Nicky: The hell!
Liyuan: Steven. Please, he just knows that I want to play. Let’s play.
Nicky: Look at me. Hey.
Jess: Please, don’t make me do this, Nicky. Please.
Nicky: Just pick.
Jess: Don’t make me do this.
Jess: Just let me go.
Nicky: Just do it. Pick a fucking player.
Jess: Please, don’t make me do this, Nicky. Please. Please.
[looking through the binoculars]
Liyuan: Okay. I got one. Do you want me to write it down?
Nicky: No, I trust you.
Nicky: Then it’s her turn.
Nicky: Just do it. Pick. Pick a fucking player.
Liyuan: He’s crazy, I know. But it will be his fault, not yours.
[Jess looks through the binoculars at the players trying to pick a number]
Jess: I don’t know. I don’t…
Liyuan: Look. I give you one chance to back down, okay? No hard feelings.
[Nicky pauses a moment before looking at Jess]
[Jess reluctantly looks at the players through the binoculars again]
Jess: I guess… I guess number…
[suddenly she spots Farhad wearing a jersey with 55 on it]
[she realizes what’s going on]
Jess: Number 55.
[Liyuan smiles and looks at Nicky]
Liyuan: No. No. No, no, no, no fucking way! That is unbelievable! How did you do that?
Jess: I’m right?
Jess: Am I right?
Liyuan: Yes! You’re fucking right!
Jess: I’m right?
Liyuan: Fucking shit!
Jess: Oh, my God.
Liyuan: You’re fucking right. That is great.
Jess: You’re not mad?
Liyuan: No fucking way!
Liyuan: I’m not mad.
[he kisses Jess on the cheek]
Liyuan: We have got to go to Vegas, right now. I have a jet. Oh, that was incredible. Did you see what she just did? And, you…you. Oh, you have got some big fucking balls. You are my new fucking hero.
Nicky: Double or nothing?
Liyuan: No! No fucking way! Get the fuck out of my suite! Now!
[to the coach on the playing field]
Farhad: We’re good, coach. Consider your debt settled.
[Nick and Jess leave the game]
Jess: I am going to kill you.
Nicky: Kill me later.
[after they get into the car Jess laughs and starts hitting Nicky]
Jess: I’m going to kill you! What?
Nicky: You did great. You did great. You did great.
Jess: Oh, my God. How did you do that?
Nicky: Liyuan Tse. Legendary gambler. He bets on everything, anything. Huge cash bets, all the time. Once the Bellagio put Bill Gates out of the high-rollers suite because Liyuan was flying in. He is the perfect vic.
Jess: But how did you know who he was gonna pick?
Nicky: We told him to. We’ve been telling him all day.
[referring to Liyuan]
Nicky: [voice over] From the moment he left his hotel room, we’ve been priming him. Programing his subconscious. He’s been seeing the number 55 all day long. On the elevator. In the lobby. Even the stick pin on the doorman. Not only that, we loaded his route from the hotel to the stadium. He looks out the window, primers are everywhere. Now, he doesn’t see it, but he does. There’s no getting around it. He even sees Farhad.
[we see flashback to Liyuan seeing Farhad stuck in traffic arguing with someone]
Nicky: [voice over] Suggestions are everywhere. From the number of flowers in a vase to the tramp stamp on the hooker we sent to his room last night.
Jess: That is genius.
Nicky: Yeah. And it’s not only what he sees. It’s what he hears.
Nicky: [voice over] The Mandarin word for five is woo. There are one hundred and twenty-four “woo-woos” in “Sympathy for the Devil.” Now, he’s not registering it, but it’s all there. So when he picks up those binoculars, looks out on the field, sees a familiar face with the number 55 on his jersey some tittie voice in the back of his mind says: “That’s it.” And he thinks it’s intuition. And he picks.
[to Nicky back to when Liyuan picked his number]
Liyuan: Do you want me to write it down?
Nicky: [voice over] And you, being in the dark, was the convincer. We call that the “Little Blind Mouse.”
Jess: I’m the “Blind Mouse”? You’re such an asshole. You can’t tell me that’s one hundred percent real.
Nicky: Well, it’s probabilistic. Farhad has it at about fifty-nine percent, but it’s better than Vegas.
Jess: And what if he picked wrong?
Nicky: Double it till it happens.
Jess: That’s amazing. You’re amazing. Nicky!
[she kisses him]
Jess: What’s wrong?
Nicky: You did great.
[Nicky motions for his driver to pull over]
Jess: What’s going on? Why are we pulling over? Nicky?
[Nicky gives her share of the cash]
Jess: What is this?
Nicky: It’s eighty. The job is over. You did great.
Jess: You’re kidding, right? You’re…?
[to the driver]
Nicky: Take her to the airport.
Jess: No, I’m not going to the airport.
[Nicky gets out of the car]
Jess: Wait, can you just talk to me? Can you just…
Nicky: I’m sorry.
Nicky: You did great. You did great.
Jess: What’s going on? Answer me!
[Nicky closes the car door and walks over the car pulled up behind them]
Jess: Nicky! Shit.
[the driver starts pulling away, heartbroken Jess begins to cry]
[three years later in Buenos Aires; racer and billionaire Garriga is watching Nicky from a distance on the race tracks]
Garriga: I wasn’t expecting such a kind face.
Owens: The tech says his gizmo checks out. But in all candor, I don’t like this. And I don’t like him.
Owens: He’s a con man, sir.
Garriga: That’s the point.
Owens: I keep my Beretta well-fed.
[Owens turns to leave]
Garriga: Owens, why do you have to be so dramatic? Invite him to lunch.
[Garriga meets Nicky for lunch]
Garriga: You are a man known for great skills of persuasion and deception. You were very hard for me to find. Why did you take my offer?
Nicky: Went broke.
[referring to the race car that speeds by on the race tracks]
Garriga: My car. Forty million euro in R&D, easily. McEwen, Rahal, Lotus. Any team in any class, they spend half of that. But I have something none of them have.
Nicky: A fuel-burn algorithm.
Garriga: Yes. The EXR. They all want it. It’s legal. And my engineers promise it guarantees me a win. That’s not enough for me. This year McEwen is the only team standing in my way. That is why I wanted you. So…
Owens: This needs to be discreet, it needs to be safe. No holes.
Nicky: I will pose as a disgruntled team engineer of yours offering to sell the EXR to McEwen. What I will give him is a fake. It doesn’t really do anything, just gives false readings to their instruments. It will mislead the driver enough that you’ll have a slight added edge. A third of a second every few laps. Imperceptible.
Owens: Just because the techs say that it checks out what makes you think you can convince them that you’re absolutely real? That you’re…that you’re totally authentic? You can’t be dicking around here, boy.
Nicky: You don’t need to worry about me, I’m extremely well researched. We’ll proceed as planned, starting at the kickoff party tonight.
Nicky: I’ll be seen drinking and boisterous and disgruntled. I will approach you in full view of McEwen. An argument will ensue, I will throw my drink, I will shove you, if that’s okay with you?
Garriga: It’s okay.
Nicky: I’d be very surprised if McEwen didn’t approach me right there, but if not, I will contact him.
Nicky: Whatever he’s willing to pay me, I will be keeping one hundred percent for myself on top of the one million from you.
Garriga: Do we have a deal?
Nicky: Yes, Mr. Garriga, we have a deal.
Garriga: That’s great.
[Nicky rises and shakes Garriga’s hand]
Nicky: Appreciate your time.
Garriga: Thank you.
Nicky: I’ll see you tonight.
Owens: Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Garriga: Drama. I’m excited.
[Nicky goes to a party at Garriga’s place and goes to the bar]
Nicky: Do you speak English?
Marcello: Yes, absolutely. Yeah, but you speak…
Nicky: Oh, no, no, no, no.
Marcello: …good Spanish. Oh, yes.
Nicky: Oh, why, thank you, thank you. Um…
Nicky: Look, I’m here tonight for business and I am a recovering alcoholic. So when I ask you for a vodka martini on the rocks, if you could give me water with olives that would be fantastic.
Marcello: Great decision, sir.
Nicky: Thank you.
[later at the party Nicky is talking to a group of people acting like he’s drunk]
Nicky: And the thing is, I don’t even drink. That man got me drinking again.
[we see Nicky ordering a drink from the same bartender]
Marcello: Okay. Vodka martini on the rocks.
Nicky: On the rocks.
[back to Nicky talking to another group]
Nicky: I wonder if “Garriga” is Spanish for “thief.”
[back at the bar with Nicky ordering another drink]
Marcello: Oh, my God, what a drinker!
[back to Nicky talking with different set of people]
Nicky: Who the fuck put a couch full of women in the middle of this place?
[then later acting really drunk Nicky starts shouting]
Nicky: Hey! Where are the black people?!
[still acting drunk Nicky points to Garriga and shouts]
Nicky: There he is, right there, the Commander in Thief! But I guess you can do what you want when you’re a rich prick!
Pretty Woman: Maybe you should slow down a little.
Nicky: No. No, no. I just wanna talk to the man and this is a free country. Buenos Aires is a free country, right?
Pretty Woman: No, Buenos Aires is a city.
Nicky: Okay. I’m gonna go over there.
[Nicky starts walking over to Garriga]
Nicky: Hey! Hey!
[suddenly he sees Jess descending the staircase looking beautiful in a red dress, she goes to Garriga and kisses him]
[still shocked from seeing Jess, Nicky is standing on the balcony when Jess walks over to him]
Jess: Well, hello.
Nicky: Hey. Hello.
Jess: God, it’s been a long time.
Nicky: So you…? You’re here with, uh…?
Jess: Yeah, he, um…he owns one of the teams, so…
Nicky: Is he a mark?
Jess: No, we’re together. Have been for a long time. I’m out of the game.
Nicky: Jess, um… Alright. Uh, about New Orleans, and just…
Jess: Oh, Nicky. No. I really don’t need an explanation. I mean, if anything, I should be thanking you. You did me a favor.
Nicky: Well, that’s fantastic.
Jess: He’s probably wondering where I am. Take care of yourself, okay?
Nicky: You too. Be well.
Jess: Um, Nicky. He doesn’t know about my past, so you don’t know me. Okay?
Jess: Thank you.
Nicky: You’re welcome.
[Jess turns and leaves; to himself]
[Nicky walks over to the bar]
Nicky: Can I get a vodka, please?
[the bartender pours him the drink and gives it to Nicky]
Nicky: This is water.
Bartender: No, sir, it’s vodka.
Nicky: It’s water.
Bartender: Sir, I know who you are. Marcello told me about you and your condition, so back off.
[Nicky sees Marcello at the other bar and he gives him a thumbs up]
Nicky: Alright, you’re kidding.
[Nicky is sat in a back room drinking when Owens finds him]
Owens: Are you drunk?
[Nicky doesn’t reply]
Owens: Mr. Garriga is not a guy you wanna cross. Me neither. Now just what part of the plan calls for a tray full of appletinis? Pledging a sorority?
Nicky: Mm. I’m just rethinking the plan a little bit.
Owens: Goddamn prima-donna delicate-science bullshit. You are not splitting atoms here, pal. This ain’t CERN, just do what you’re being paid to do. Shitheel.
[Nicky walks over to Garriga, who’s holding Jess in his arms and kissing her]
Nicky: Hey! Garriga!
Jess: Oh, God.
Garriga: Don’t worry, it’s just a disgruntled engineer.
[he walks over to Nicky]
Garriga: I expect you have something to say to me.
[Nicky suddenly punches him in the face]
Jess: Oh, my God.
Owens: Oh, shit.
[Nicky continues to punch Garriga and McEwen notices them]
Garriga: Why are you punching?
Nicky: You stole from me! Nobody steals from me!
[Owens pulls Nicky off of Garriga]
Nicky: I am such a disgruntled engineer!
Garriga: Get him out of here!
Owens: Yes, sir.
Garriga: Out! Get out!
[as he drags Nicky out of Garriga’s party]
Owens: Oversold it a bit, didn’t you?
Nicky: I was just caught up in the moment.
[to the security guards]
Owens: Get him out. Get rid of him.
[to the guests]
Garriga: It’s okay. I’m good. Go back to the party.
Jess: Are you okay?
Garriga: Yeah, I’m okay.
Jess: What the hell was that?
Garriga: The racing business, cariño.
Garriga: That’s all.
[as he’s being dragged out of Garriga’s the party by the security guards]
Nicky: Wait a minute. You can’t throw me out, I’m staying in this hotel.
Security Guard: Let me see your keys.
[Nicky shows them his keys, they let him go and walk away]
Nicky: Thank you.
[as Nicky is lying on the ground another McEwen’s man walks over to him]
Gordon: Mr. McEwen would like to have lunch. Information is on the card.
[he throws the card at Nicky and walks away; to himself]
Nicky: I still got it.
[the next morning sat on his balcony with McEwen, Nicky watches Jess down by the pool walking over to Garriga and kissing him]
McEwen: You ever heard of Udo Pappenphus?
[Nicky doesn’t reply as he continues to watch Jess]
McEwen: What the fuck are you looking at?
Nicky: Nothing. I’m sorry, I’m, uh…
McEwen: Udo Pappenphus was an engineer for Ferrari for many years. Fucking brilliant. One day, Udo Pappenphus was found behind a berm with his throat cut. Udo, he was that prick Garriga’s man.
Nicky: I want three million euro.
McEwen: Well, fuck. Jesus.
Nicky: It’s the EXR.
McEwen: The EXR. You’re Father fucking Christmas to me, mate. I’m gonna need to see some proof. You understand? Proof.
[Nicky gets distracted again watching Jess with Garriga]
McEwen: What the fuck are you looking at, mate?
Nicky: Nothing, just repeat what you said.
McEwen: What, the pool go Euro?
[McEwen walks over to where Nicky is sat on the balcony and looks down]
McEwen: Gordon! Get me fucking field glasses, mate. They’re on the…on the thing.
[pointing down to Jess]
McEwen: Oh, yeah. She is a beauty. I love these race skanks.
Nicky: She’s not a race skank.
McEwen: Course she’s a fucking race skank, the town’s lousy with them.
Nicky: Can we get back to business? Please.
McEwen: She’s a little small on top for my taste, but who cares.
Nicky: One man’s small is another man’s perfection. It’s like a “breasts are a subjective opinion” topic.
McEwen: Maybe if you’re booking a fashion show, mate. I’m talking about fucking slapping balls, mate.
Nicky: Do you…do you want the thing or not?
McEwen: I’m gonna need to see proof.
Nicky: I’ll contact you.
[Nicky turns up at the hotel bar at the same time as Jess orders her drink]
Nicky: And a vodka and cranberry, please.
Nicky: Hey, you need to put some clothes on.
Jess: Excuse me?
Nicky: There’s Australian people here.
Jess: What is that supposed to mean?
Nicky: I’m just saying, Jess. They shipped all those people down there for a reason.
[as Nicky sits next to her at the bar to have his drink]
Jess: Woh, what…? You don’t know me, remember?
Jess: And what was that last night? Was that about me?
Nicky: Please. No.
Jess: Are you working an angle on Rafael?
Nicky: No, Jess. I’m working for him. But I wouldn’t trust him if I were you.
Jess: But I should trust you?
Nicky: Alright, Jess.
Jess: That’s interesting.
Nicky: Okay. Jess, come on.
[Jess gets up to leave]
Jess: Nicky, if Rafael sees us together, I don’t know what’s gonna happen, okay? He’s the jealous type. You need to stay away from me.
[Jess starts walking away]
Nicky: Fuck Rafael.
Jess: And, Nicky?
[Nicky looks at her]
Jess: You’re still an easy lift.
[she throws him his wallet that she’d just lifted from him]
Nicky: Stop touching my shit, Jess.
[on the race tracks McEwen is testing out the Garriga’s EXR that Nicky has just given him]
McEwen Tech: Looks credible.
McEwen: Three million, eh?
Nicky: Yes, sir. I can have the complete package in forty-eight hours. Codes, documentation and analysis.
McEwen: No worries, mate. No worries. So, what’s next?
Nicky: Wait for my call.
[Jess walks into a clothes shop]
Saleswoman: Hola. Señor Garriga’s assistant called. She pulled a few things she said you might like.
[after she leaves the shop she sees a woman drop her bag before getting on the bus, Jess picks up the bag and goes to give it to her but the bus leaves]
Jess: Sorry, Miss? You…you forgot…your bag.
[when Jess goes to the woman’s building to return the bag she finds Nicky waiting for her]
Nicky: You really should be more aware.
Jess: Oh, God. Seriously?
[later Jess is sat down having a drink with Nicky]
Nicky: Yes, it is. Where’d you learn that?
Jess: It’s all they drink here, and it says it on the label.
[she gives him a small smile]
Jess: You know, Nicky, I’ve been thinking about all this.
Jess: And, um…Nicky.
Nicky: Let me have it.
Jess: Nicky, if we just ran. If we just…you know, if I could slip away or if we could…
Jess: Can we just…?
Nicky: Whatever, yes.
Jess: I can’t. I can’t, I’m sorry.
[Jess gets up to leave]
Nicky: Wait, wait, wait. Wait, Jess. Whatever you want. I can keep you safe.
Nicky: Come on, Jess.
Jess: Nicky, you taught me so much. But I’ve learned a lot since then. And I’d really like to show you all the things I’ve learned.
[she leans into Nicky and touches her mouth to his]
Jess: Like how I learned how to play men, like I just played you.
[Nicky looks taken aback]
Jess: How does it feel?
Jess: I think you’re losing it. That was pathetic. I’ll keep you safe? What was that?
Nicky: That was a…
Jess: Does that work? Does that get you laid?
Nicky: Hey, that was not a line.
Jess: I’m not falling for your shit again.
Jess: Okay? And I’m very happy.
[she turns and starts walking away]
Nicky: So stay away from me.
[Nicky picks up Farhad from the airport]
Farhad: Hey, let’s get a steak.
Nicky: A steak? It’s nine in the morning.
Farhad: Take that up with God.
Nicky: How was the flight?
Farhad: Jesus Christ. They had me squeezed between two fat guys.
Nicky: It sounds like you’re complaining and you shouldn’t be, because I’m giving you a cut.
Farhad: Alright, where’s this going down?
[Nicky pulls up outside a market]
Nicky: You got the piece?
Farhad: It’s in my bag. Can you get it? I’m too fat to reach it.
[Nicky gets the bag]
Farhad: Watch this. Nothing but net.
[Farhad opens the car door to get out but falls down]
Nicky: Ah, fuck. You alright?
[inside the market Farhad walks over to Jess, who’s sat down at a cafe reading]
Farhad: Hey, there.
Nicky: Farhad? Hi! How are you?
[she hugs him]
Nicky: God, look at you! You’ve lost so much weight.
Farhad: I did a cleanse.
Nicky: You here with Nicky?
Farhad: Sort of.
Nicky: Do you mind?
[in his car, Nicky watches Farhad having coffee with Jess in the market]
Farhad: You must be really turned on by all these beautiful women here.
Jess: I…I suppose.
Farhad: You do more than suppose.
Jess: What does that mean?
[he sticks his tongue out and waggles it]
Jess: Oh, dear God.
Farhad: I’m just saying.
Jess: Please, never make that face again. I don’t even want to know what that means.
Farhad: Oh, I think we do.
Jess: I think we don’t. God, I missed you.
Farhad: It’s alright, everybody knows you’re a lesbian. It’s completely fine.
Jess: Who knows I’m a lesbian?
Farhad: It’s especially fine to me.
Jess: Where are you getting this from?
Farhad: Every other time you speak, I smell a vagina.
[Jess laughs in shock]
Jess: It’s not true.
Farhad: That’s not a bad thing, believe me.
Jess: Oh, Jesus.
Farhad: Okay, alright.
[Farhad gives her a knowing wink making Jess laugh]
Farhad: Listen, you got Nicky all nuts.
Jess: I do?
Farhad: I’ve never seen him like this. You know, he’s barely worked since New Orleans.
Farhad: I know he’s an asshole. I mean, a really big asshole.
Farhad: He should’ve handled it better. But he’s my friend, and I’m gonna bat for him. So can you give him a break?
Jess: I don’t care what Nicky told you, I’m not falling for this shit.
Farhad: I don’t think you got that right. He seems different now, and I’ve known him a long time.
Jess: How do I know that?
[Farhad places a black box on the table]
Jess: What is that?
Farhad: It’s an orange.
[he bites into an orange; Jess opens the black box to reveal the necklace she’d liked in New Orleans]
Farhad: He kept it for you all this time.
[Jess nods her head]
Farhad: Flea market!
[later Jess meets Nicky for a drink wearing the necklace]
Nicky: That looks nice. Hm.
Jess: I can’t believe you kept it.
Jess: Or found it, or replicated it.
Jess: I don’t know with you.
Nicky: No, I kept it.
Jess: Thank you. So Farhad said you didn’t work for a long time.
Nicky: Yeah, a couple years. Just didn’t feel right. I even reached out to my dad. I hadn’t seen him in years. I asked him if he’d ever gone straight before. “Of course. I go straight every time I’m on parole.”
Nicky: “Now drink a cup of concrete. Man up.”
Jess: Solid advice.
Jess: How’s that working out?
Nicky: Well, thought I was ready to work.
[he pauses for a moment]
Nicky: Then the girl walked in.
Jess: Why are you going to all this trouble, Nicky? What do you want from me?
Nicky: I can convince anyone of anything. I once convinced a man that an empty warehouse was the Federal Reserve. So I’m good.
Jess: Yeah. You’re the best.
Nicky: But what I really want is to tell you that I’ve changed. And tell you that I am sorry. And I just want you to believe me.
[Jess looks emotional]
Jess: You know I want to believe you. I want to believe you.
Nicky: I’m different now.
[Jess takes off the necklace]
Jess: I have to be getting back. I can’t do this, I’m sorry.
[Jess gets up and leaves]
[that night as Nicky returns to his hotel room he sees Jess sat waiting outside his room crying]
Nicky: You alright? What happened?
Jess: I don’t wanna talk about it.
Nicky: Did he do something to you?
Nicky: Jess, did he put his hands on you? Tell me what happened.
Jess: Just…just kiss me.
[they start kissing and enter his room]
[the next morning, lying in Nicky’s bed]
Nicky: I have to leave soon, I want you to come with me. I know you think you love him, but I want you to come with me tonight.
Jess: I don’t love him. I just…but I…
Nicky: But you can’t trust me. I understand that. If you come with me, we’ll figure it out. I want…
[they are interrupted by Nicky’s phone ringing, he kisses Jess before picking up his phone]
Nicky: It’s Owens. I gotta take it.
[talking to Owens on the phone]
Owens: Where are you?
Nicky: I’m in my room.
Owens: Good, I’m at the door.
Nicky: He’s at the doo…
Nicky: Uh…alright, alright.
Nicky: Um… Damn, you should’ve made… Alright. Uh, give me a sec.
[he ends to call; to Jess]
Nicky: We’re good, just… I’ll get rid of him.
[Nicky opens the door to Owens without his shirt on]
Owens: You’re still sleeping? I thought you were meeting with McEwen.
Nicky: I am. Later.
[Owens notices the unmade bed in Nicky’s room, he pushes past Nicky to enter the room]
Owens: There’s a lazy Sunday softness to your generation. Makes me uncomfortable. I like to be on my feet. I’ll lie down when I get cancer, or if I fuck. Both of which will be done on my back, in case you were wondering.
Nicky: Um, no, actually, I…I wasn’t wondering. But thank you for sharing that.
Owens: Sarcasm. Another pillar of your generation. You wanna tell somebody to fuck off, tell them to fuck off. Don’t say, “Gee, what a great jacket.” It’s weakness.
Owens: That is a messy bed.
[he enters the bedroom and Jess slips out the other door]
Nicky: Yeah, I don’t sleep well.
Owens: Someone here, son?
Nicky: Who you calling “son”?
[we see Jess desperately trying to find somewhere to hide]
Owens: You know why you don’t sleep well?
Nicky: No, tell me.
Owens: You with your iPhones and your smartphones and your laptops and computers. All of which produce nothing but a barrage of useless information. Fucking Twitter. As if anyone actually cares that you’re eating a turkey sandwich for lunch. Sorry. Panini.
Owens: Satire. Fucking panini.
Nicky: Look, um, are we done?
Owens: You might be. Who’d you pick up at the airport?
Nicky: What, Garriga has you fucking following me?
Owens: I got people there.
Nicky: My computer guy.
Owens: Why? Is there a problem?
Nicky: There won’t be because he’s fucking here.
Owens: I got a little red hair on my taint that tickles when something’s afoot. And lately, I’ve been scratching my nethers like a fucking macaque.
[Owens walks over to the balcony windows and Nicky stands in front of him]
Nicky: Okay. Look, there’s no reason for anybody to panic and start getting bent out of shape because we’re getting to the end.
[Owens looks at Nicky indicating he wants to look at the balcony, Nicky reluctantly steps aside and they walk over to the balcony finding no one there]
Owens: Nice day.
[as Owens walks back inside Jess quietly calls out from the other balcony]
Nicky: How the fuck did you do…? Back here.
[he holds up seven fingers]
Nicky: Uh, guess your taint was wrong.
Owens: Enough of the pleasantries.
[he leaves a box for Nicky, turns and starts walking towards the door]
Nicky: Hey, nice jacket.
Owens: Fuck off!
[checking Garriga’s software]
McEwen’s Tech: It’s real.
McEwen: Gordon! Gordon!
McEwen: Fucking you, mate. You’re my new fucking favorite person, fella. I fucking swear you’re fucking six inches fucking taller and twice as fucking handsome since you walked in here!
[tapping the bag of money his assistant just brought over]
McEwen: There you go, son. Lap it up.
Nicky: My pleasure, Mr. McEwen.
[Nicky takes the bag of money and shakes McEwen’s hand]
Nicky: I wish you the best of luck.
McEwen: Friends like you, who needs luck? Now fuck off!
[driving in his car as selling McEwen the software Nicky calls Garriga]
Nicky: Mr. Garriga.
Garriga: How did it go?
Nicky: It’s done.
Nicky: I wish you the best of luck.
Garriga: With friends like you, who needs luck?
[he calls Jess]
Nicky: Jess, letting you know, uh, I left a key for you at the desk. See you at seven.
[we see Nicky selling the same software to numerous investors until finally returning to his room]
Nicky: Jess. Jess.
[Nicky gets a text saying “You’re burned, leave now”, Nicky stays in his room waiting for Jess, but she doesn’t show, Nicky finally decides to leave when he opens the door and Jess shows up at the same time]
Jess: Sorry I’m late.
[Nicky doesn’t reply]
Nicky: Nothing. Let’s go.
[they leave together]
[one of Garriga’s men rams into Nicky’s car as he’s leaving with Jess, he takes the two of them to Garriga’s warehouse, holding them hostage]
Garriga: Do you really think I’m such an amateur that I would not have someone with McEwen? Someone to keep eyes on you? Hm? Twenty years in this business teach you never to be too careful.
[he takes the duct tape off of Nicky’s mouth]
Garriga: He is my secret weapon. Now, imagine my surprise when Gordon showed me what you sold to McEwen. Not some fake softwares, as we discussed but my plans, my designs. The real EXR! Stolen from my servers, stolen from me! What’s more, you sold it to McEwen for three million euros. But in these bags, there is twenty-seven million euros! Which means you sold it to everyone! This is my reputation. This is my standing. You’ve made me look like an amateur!
[he starts strangling Nicky but finally lets go of his throat]
Nicky: That’s what you get when you hire a con man.
[suddenly Owens punches him in the face]
Owens: Thieving piece of shit.
Garriga: How did you get the information? Hm?
[he pulls the chair Jess is tied towards him]
Garriga: And what did she have to do with it? Huh?
Nicky: Alright. Nothing. Alright? Listen…
[suddenly Garriga holds Jess’s nose, stopping her breathing as her mouth has got duct tape on it]
Garriga: Tell me. Hm?
[Garriga continues to hold on to Jess’s nose, making her struggle to breathe]
Garriga: Hm? Tell me!
[Nicky watches Jess struggle to breathe as Garriga’s stops her from breaking]
Nicky: Leave her the fuck alone! I’ll tell you! I…I have a guy.
[Garriga lets go of Jess’s nose]
Nicky: He cracked your encryption. He found a back door into your server. It was actually pretty easy, you should probably fire your IT guy.
Garriga: No! No. You used my login. My password.
Nicky: Computer tries every possible combination.
[holds up a small device]
Garriga: This generates a new password every fifteen minutes. It never leaves my sight.
Nicky: How did you get it?
Garriga: Who the fuck cares, man? It’s done.
[he grabs Jess’s nose again]
Garriga: Tell me! I want to know how!
Nicky: Let her go!
Garriga: How? How? How?
Nicky: Let her go!
Nicky: It was her! It was her! Alright? It was her! It was her.
[Garriga lets go of Jess’s nose]
Nicky: It was her. But she didn’t know. She didn’t know anything.
Nicky: Your security was tight. It was tighter than I expected. I thought I could break the key, but I couldn’t. Then I saw Jess at the party, and when I found out that the two of you were together, I knew she was my in. So I used her. And I’ve been using her.
[Jess looks at him with hurt shock]
Nicky: You see, there’s a science to getting people to trust you. With women, it’s all about emotion, connection. That you feel the emotion as strongly as they do. They’ve been dreaming about that shit ever since they were little girls.
[we see flashback of how Nicky set Jess up to meet with Farhad]
Nicky: With her, it was shared history. A friendly face, set her off balance. Helps diffuse aggression. Start discussing emotional shit, they’re disarmed. Now they’re open.
[we see flashback of when Nicky is sat having a drink with Jess]
Nicky: You know you got ’em when they start to unconsciously mimic you. A head nod, a hand gesture. It means you’re in sync. Sociologists refer to it as the Gauchais Reaction. And then you move in for the kill. You tell them how they’ve changed you. Changed how you see the world. Then you close. A talisman.
[we see in flashback when Nicky gives Jess the necklace]
Nicky: A gift that says, “You’ve always been in my thoughts.” The necklace had a wireless keylogger in it. All I needed was for her to enter your room. And when she did that, I had what I needed. Picked up on your keystrokes. I logged in to your computer as you and downloaded everything about the EXR.
[looking at Jess]
Nicky: I’m sorry.
[Jess shakes her head with tears running down her face]
Nicky: But it was not her fault. She had no idea. She got fooled. So why don’t we let her go? And me and you can do whatever the fuck you need to do.
[Garriga starts laughing]
Garriga: I think he’s lost his mind.
Nicky: What’s funny?
Garriga: More bullshit.
Nicky: What is so funny?
Garriga: More lies.
Nicky: What the fuck is so funny?
Garriga: What’s so funny?
[Garriga takes the duct tape off of Jess’s mouth]
Jess: Garriga’s not my boyfriend.
Jess: I hardly even know him.
Garriga: She’s just a race skank.
Jess: What’s a race skank?
Nicky: But I saw you…
Jess: No. You saw what I wanted you to see. You taught me that, remember?
Garriga: She’s been driving me crazy. Hanging around, flirting, teasing. The minute I try to get her up to my room…
[we see flashback of Jess at Garriga’s party]
Jess: But I have a headache.
[then when they were at the pool together]
[back at the party again]
Jess: That time of the month.
[back at the pool again]
Jess: It’s like a crime scene. I have Scrabble in my room.
Garriga: A headache. A period. Right? The world’s longest period. She’s never even been in my room.
Jess: We’re so screwed.
Nicky: What the fuck?
Jess: I was trying to make…
Nicky: What the fuck, Jess?
Jess: I was trying to steal his watch.
Garriga: This watch?
Nicky: You’re not still doing watches.
Jess: It’s a Piaget Emperador, it’s worth two hundred grand.
Jess: I’d been on him for a week, I was waiting for my chance, and then you showed up.
Nicky: You are so much better than watches, Jess.
Jess: It’s what I am good at and I like it!
Nicky: Okay. No, no, no. When…when you came to my hotel, he had roughed you up.
[points to Owens]
Jess: He had roughed me up.
Owens: She was stealing from him.
Jess: He caught me charging Garriga’s credit line and scared the shit out of me.
Garriga: This is really fucking unbelievable.
Nicky: You did all of this to make me jealous?
Jess: No, some of it was payback for New Orleans. But, yeah, to make you jealous.
Nicky: I cannot believe you lied to me.
Jess: You can’t believe I lied?
Nicky: Can’t believe it.
Jess: You can’t believe I lied?
Nicky: I can’t believe it.
Jess: Oh, that’s so rich from you. So rich.
Nicky: That’s what you wanna say to me?
Jess: Yeah, because there’s always a job. Always a job.
Nicky: Be sure. Because I just tried to save your life.
Jess: By lying! Because you’re always lying, Nicky! I don’t know when you’re telling the truth. And now we’re dead.
Nicky: Fuck. She’s right. You’re right.
[chuckles to himself]
Nicky: Here’s the thing about lying. Here’s the problem: Fucks up all your options. Paints you into a corner.
Owens: What the fuck you talking about? Are you out of your mind?
Nicky: And then you’re forced to do some really dumb shit.
Owens: You wanna die?
Nicky: Well, if I die, I wanna die telling the truth. And if I lie, I wanna lie like normal people lie. I want my wife to say, “Hey, honey. Do I look fat in these jeans?” And I wanna say: “No, sweetie. You look terrific. You should wear those.” That’s how I wanna lie. But this… If I’m done, I’m gonna tell the truth.
Nicky: So, Mr. Garriga, I’m gonna tell you the truth.
Nicky: And you are not gonna like it at all. About a year ago, I pick up the phone…
[suddenly Owens shoots Nicky in the chest]
Garriga: What the fuck are you doing?
Owens: I couldn’t take another fucking word.
Owens: You’re next, honey.
[he points the gun at Jess’s head but Garriga pulls his hand away]
Garriga: No! Are you crazy?
Jess: Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.
Garriga: What the hell were you thinking? Huh?
Jess: Fuck you.
Garriga: What if somebody heard?
Jess: Nicky, look at me. Look at me. It’s okay.
Garriga: This is your mess! You clean it up and keep me out of it.
[Garriga leaves with his thug, Nicky looks like he’s about to die]
Jess: I don’t know what to do. Please. Please, please, stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me. No, no, no. No. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. It’s fine. Nicky, look at me. Look at my eyes. I love you, okay? I love you. Please. Please, don’t do this. Please. Please. I trust you.
[she starts weeping]
Jess: You cannot leave me again. Please, do not leave me again. Please.
[Owens walks towards them and suddenly Jess hits him in the leg]
Owens: What the fuck? You want him to fucking die? What kind of a piker are you, for Christ sakes?
[sees Jess looking confused]
Owens: Oh, shit! Didn’t he tell you I was on the inside? Jesus. You must be terrified.
[he cuts the ties around Jess’s hands]
Owens: It’s gonna be okay. He is not gonna die, do you hear me? He is not gonna die. Probably. You see, you shoot between the third and the fourth rib, just about eleven o’clock off the left nipple. Here. Hold pressure on that. Hold pressure on that.
[pulls Jess’s hand on to the material on top of Nicky’s wound]
Owens: That misses the heart and the major arteries. It does, however, puncture the lung. Let me in.
[pushes Jess’s hand away]
Owens: There we go.
[he puts duct tape on Nicky’s wound]
Jess: Is this Toledo Panic Button?
Owens: Oh, maybe you’re not such a piker after all.
[he turns Nicky over and puts duct tape where the bullet had gone through the back]
Owens: Left untreated, you got about ten minutes before you drown in your own blood. But you patch it up, you account for the cavity pressure.
Jess: Oh. Oh, God.
Owens: And then…
[Owens starts getting the blood out of Nicky’s lung using a plunger]
Owens: There we are. There we go. There we go.
[Nicky starts to breathe]
Owens: There’s my boy.
Jess: Oh, Jesus.
Owens: There’s my boy.
Jess: Are you okay? Oh, Jesus.
[to Jess, getting her to hold the plunger]
Owens: Here. Hold on to that. Hold on to that. You keep your eye on that. If he can’t breathe, you pull the plunger again. Okay?
Owens: Good Lord, I cannot believe that you made me shoot you. And then for what? So that you can make cow eyes at some race skank!
Nicky: She is not a race skank!
Jess: I’m not a race skank!
Owens: You die with the lie, Mellow, and you still just might.
Nicky: Fuck you. Don’t call me Mellow.
Owens: Jesus H. Christ.
Jess: You’re his dad?
Nicky: In the loosest fucking possible terms.
Owens: I’m Bucky, by the way.
[he shakes Jess’s hand]
Owens: You know, I like you, honey. You can take a punch.
Owens: And there it is. Well, tell you what, you steal us a car, and I’ll gather up the money.
Jess: I can’t steal a car.
[Owens drives Nicky and Jess to the hospital]
Owens: I’ve been working for this prick Spaniard for three years and he’s got a guy at McEwen and doesn’t tell me? What the hell ever happened to trust?
Jess: Are we almost there?
Owens: I bust my ass to get you that EXR crap and… Aah. And then the girl walked in.
Nicky: Don’t be an asshole.
Owens: That any way to talk to your father?
Nicky: You’re not my father. You walked away.
[Owens stops the car near the hospital]
Owens: I took you off the street. Taught you my trade, I taught you my passion. Three generations of skills. And in spite of all my earnest efforts, in spite of all my hard work you turned into a good person. Well, I just… Go figure. And I left you on the street for a good Goddamn reason.
Nicky: Because I was soft.
Owens: Oh, that just shows what you know, you dumb son of a bitch.
Owens: We had a good thing going. And then one day, like seven years in, we’re running this poker deal in Boston, .and a guy pulled a gun. Fucking gun. Glock. First time I’d ever seen one. And I’m just…I’m paralyzed. And all I could think about was the kid. That night I walked, I never looked back. Love’ll get you killed in this racket. No place for that shit here. No happiness with that. You know how they say there’s honor among thieves. Well, you’re no thief, Mellow. You made your choice. So I’m taking the money.
Owens: All of it.
[Owens gets out of the car]
Jess: Well, that explains a lot.
Nicky: Yeah, that’s Dad.
[to Owens who’s taking the bags of money from the trunk of the car]
[knocks on the car window]
Owens: See you at Christmas.
[Owens walks off with the bags of money]
[last lines; getting Nicky out of the car]
Nicky: One, two, ready? Okay, that’s good, that’s good.
[starts helping Nicky walk towards the hospital]
Jess: Okay, almost there.
Nicky: I don’t know what we’re gonna do now.
Jess: We’ll be fine.
Jess: Trust me.
[Nicky stumbles as they walk towards the hospital]
Jess: Oh. I got you.
[as they keep walking Nicky notices that Jess is wearing Garriga’s watch on her wrist and smiles]
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