Casino (1995) Nicky vs. Charlie Clark and Ace casino hipodromo

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For instance tomorrow morning I'll get up nice and early, take a walk down over to the bank and... walk in and see and, uh... if you don't have my money for me, I'll... crack your fucking head wide open in front of everybody in the bank. And just about the time that I'm coming out of jail, hopefully, you'll be coming out of your coma. And guess what? I'll split your fucking head open again. 'Cause I'm fucking stupid. I don't give a fuck about jail. That's my business. That's what I do. And we know what you do, don't we, Charlie? You fuck people out of money and get away with it. Charlie Clark: You can't talk to me like that. Nicky Santoro: Hey, you fat Irish prick. You put my fucking money to sleep. You go get my money, or I'll put your fucking brain to sleep. Charlie Clark: Sam... Nicky Santoro: Never mind fucking Sam. This is personal. I'll be there in the morning. You can fucking try me, fatso. You fucking try me. Think he got the point? Ace Rothstein: What are you doing? He's a square guy, for Christ's sakes. You can't treat him like that. He's gonna run to the FBI. Nicky Santoro: Fuck the FBI! That prick's been dodging me for three weeks. And what is it with you? All of a sudden, you're trying to tell me what to do all the time. Ace Rothstein: I'm not trying to tell you what to do. But you were way out of line, Nick. What are you doing? Where's your head? Nicky Santoro: Where's my head? Where's your fucking balls? Huh? You know I'm trying to put something really big together out here. You know what I'm talking about, huh? You know. If you're acting like this now, how can I depend on you? There's a lot of things going to change out here. And if you wanna be there with me, Sammy, you're going to have to go my fucking way. Ace Rothstein: Listen, Nick, you got to understand my situation. I'm responsible for thousands of people. I got a hundred million a year going through the place. It's all over, I'm going to tell you, it's all over, if I don't get that license. And believe me, if it goes bad for me, it's gonna go bad for a lot of people, you understand? Nicky Santoro: Yeah, forget about your fucking license. I plant my own flag out here, you ain't gonna need a fucking license. You know, I don't know what it is, Sammy, but the more I talk to you, the more I feel like you just don't want to go along with me, is that it? You should say so. Ace Rothstein: No, I don't want to go along with you. I'll be honest with you. Nicky Santoro: Just say so- All right, fine. Ace Rothstein: I don't want to be involved in anything you're talking about, okay? I just want to run a square joint. That's it. I just want my license. I want everything nice and quiet. That's it. Nicky Santoro: You mean, quiet like this? "I'm the boss." That's quiet? Ace Rothstein: That's all taken out of context. I have no control over that. Ronnie and Billy were right there. They'll tell you exactly what happened. Nicky Santoro: Well, back home they don't know about fucking control. That looks bad. Ace Rothstein: Looks bad? I'm going to tell you what looks bad. Every time you're on television, I get mentioned. That looks bad. That looks bad! Nicky Santoro: What the fuck happened to you? Will you tell me? Ace Rothstein: What happened to me? What happened to you? You lost your control. Nicky Santoro: I lost control? Look at you! You're fucking walking around like John Barrymore! A fucking pink robe and a fucking cigarette holder? I lost control? You know, I didn't want to bring this up, but you have treated a lot of people with a lot of disrespect. Even your own wife. Ace Rothstein: My wife? Nicky Santoro: Yeah. Ace Rothstein: Now, what does she have to do with all this? Nicky Santoro: Well, she came to see me. She was upset about a lot of things, especially that whole fucking Diamond - that Lester Diamond incident. Ace Rothstein: All of a sudden, you're the shoulder to cry on? Did you at least tell her about your little role in that whole situation? Nicky Santoro: No, I didn't. What good would that do? That's not the fucking point. The point is that she's upset. She's - and you got a fucking problem. Ace Rothstein: Listen, I would appreciate it if you'd stay out of my personal life, okay? You wouldn't like it if I did it to you. *don't forget to comment, press "like" and "subscribe"!* #máquinas tragamonedas con crupier #casino online link #ruleta de la vida coaching #casino online bizum españa