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hwp- I got Mr Raymonds cigarettes.
- Go on in the back.
Kid, give me my cigarettes.
Wait, wait, wait! Hold it.
Whats this kid doing here?
Get out before I kick your little ass.
You aint kicking shit.
Dont worry about him.
He runs errands for me.
I dont care who he is or what he does.
Kids bring me bad luck.
The bet is fading. Stop talking and shoot
the dice. Youre fucking up the game.
I aint shooting shit. I told you kids
bring me bad luck. I cant stand them.
Now, get the fuck out of here
before I kick your ass.
You aint whupping shit. Shoot the dice,
you snaggle-toothed motherfucker.
All right, lm going to shoot.
But ld better not crap.
Thats all I know, ld better not crap.
Come on, . lve been waiting all night.
Baby needs shoes, new clothes.
- And you need some teeth.
- Shoot the goddamn dice, man!
lm going to shoot the damn dice.
lll send every one of you home broke.
Come on, with your bad ass.
Come on!
Craps!
What are you doing with this kid in here?
Didnt I say theyre bad luck?
Whats that sign say? Rays Place.
Thats me. This is my place.
I have in here whoever I want.
You lost. So pass the dice,
or buy them from this motherfucker.
- And I aint selling.
- I aint buying.
lm going to shoot this again and
youre going to get this kid out of here.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Man, look, you shot, you lost.
Wed have paid you
if you won, but you lost.
Now, go home and brush that tooth.
You think thats funny?
I told you
I couldnt stand kids in the room.
- Theyre bad luck. You wouldnt listen.
- lm listening.
Listen to this.
I want back all the money
I lost tonight plus what you took in.
Do you understand me,
you smooth-talking son of a bitch?
Tell that old frog-faced dude to go
out there and bring back the money.
Tell him, or lll stick your ass,
and lm going to stick him,
and lll stick this little Yankee ass,
bad-luck motherfucker standing here.
Then youll have to stick us
because I aint giving you shit.
Wait! Before you do,
I just want to tell you one thing.
Tell me what, punk?
What the fuck do you want to tell me?
What do you want to tell me?
- It slips my mind.
- Slips your mind?
Holy shit!
Goddamn. I guess
he does have bad luck with kids.
He was going to stab us, so I shot him.
Bennie, Slim, Moses, would you help
get this dead motherfucker out, please?
The games over for tonight.
lm taking this boy home to his mother.
My mamas dead.
- Well, your daddy.
- My fathers dead, too.
- Did you kill them?
- No, theyre just dead.
Give me that pistol.
Where do you stay?
- I dont live nowhere.
- You can stay with me for a while.
I wouldnt trust him in the house.
- Hes all right. Give me five!
- I aint giving you shit.
Hes one hell of a motherfucker.
Come on.
- lll clean up.
- Please.
So you shot him.
How about some ice cream?
CLUB SUGAR RA Y
- Ray, look. Tommy is coming.
- Where?
- Over there.
- Oh, shit!
- Mr Smalls, good evening.
- My man. How are you doing, brother?
- Thank you.
- Do you want me to kick his ass?
No, dont kick his ass.
Thank you, Roberto.
It looks like the competition
has stopped by to check us out.
Thats Tommy Smalls.
He runs the Pitty Pat Club.
I know thats Smalls, but whos
that girl with him? She is beautiful.
Wait a minute.
Dont mess around with her.
Thats the mistress of a famous
gangster named Bugsy Calhoune.
Thats Calhounes girl?
I heard about her.
What would a woman that fine
want with a fat, nasty, greasy,
fat, stank, bloated,
cheesy-backed, twelve-sandwich-eating
bastard like him?
Maybe she likes fat guys.
Want to check them out?
I think I will.
Just check her out. I mean, dont fuck
with her. Youll get in trouble.
- May I be of some assistance?
- No, no. Not at all, Mr Quick.
Were just enjoying the night out.
- You boys aint open tonight?
- We wanted a change of atmosphere.
lm sure you understand that,
Mr Quick.
My name is Quick.
My name is Dominique La Rue,
Mr Quick.
- Charmed to make your acquaintance.
- La Rue, thats a French name, right?
Creole. Born and raised in Louisiana.
Is that right?
- Tommy Smalls.
- Sugar Ray.
Hows the laugh?
I dont believe weve met.
- Dominique La Rue.
- Tommy, would you like a table?
Please. Thank you very much.
Curtis! Get Mr Smalls and his party
one of our best tables.
You got it, sir. Right this way.
- Didnt I ask you not to mess with her?
- I just said hi.
I know, but you got a way of saying hi.
Just check them out.
All right. lm cool.
Ray, I think youd better
go over to Bennies crap table.
- People are complaining about him.
- Why?
- His glasses.
- I got them yesterday.
I know, but he wont wear them.
He says he dont need to.
No more bets.
The dice are coming out. Let them roll.
- The point is four.
- It was seven, man!
lm sorry, forgive me. Thats a seven.
Pay everybody. All right.
Dice coming out. Get your bets down.
All right, shake them up.
- Five is the point.
- Five? That is a nine, man!
lve got something in my eye.
- Get it out, you blind motherfucker!
- No more motherfuckers, you hear?
Were going to shoot the dice now.
Get your
