This is more of the last scene. I’m still not finished.
(Pages 30, 31)
Martin quickly reaches out for his cards, but the Dealer has his hands on the muck.
Martin puts his fingers on his two cards and pulls them back.
These are my cards. I hit the bad beat.
I’m sorry, sir, but they’re in the muck.
So fucking what?
Once they’re in the muck, they’re folded. There’s nothing I can do about it.
Are you fucking kidding?
I’m sorry. That’s the house rules.
Fuck the house! They don’t know.
The eye in the sky sees and knows everything. There’s nothing I can do. I’ll lose my job and probably go to jail.
The PIT BOSS walks over.
What’s all the commotion over here?
We had a bad beat situation here, but the player threw his losing hand into the muck before showing his cards.
These are my cards right here. I never threw them in.
Those are your two cards?
Flip them over.
Martin flips them over exposing the two kings.
The Pit Boss examines the hand.
Well, that definitely a bad beat. Now we have to decide if you mucked them. We’ll let upstairs decide.
The Pit Boss hits a button on his collar and talks into it.
I need a rewind on table five…
Bad beat is the most I’ve ever seen it too.
I know how you get a bad beat, but what does that mean? Why’s everyone going crazy?
You see that number on the wall in red?
He points to something that resembles a clock, but it has a dollar amount of $87,932 on it.
The eighty-seven hundred?
Yeah. The loser of the hand gets half. The winner gets twenty-five percent and the rest is divided up amongst the rest of us.
Oh, damn! So we just lost three grand?
Looks like it.
I’m sorry, sir, but you’re hand hit the muck and it was face down. We can’t award the bad beat to you.
The table lets out a big moan.